Prose Poetry - Ode to China
The setting sun in the west, after a day of hard work,
has lost its fiery heat.
The gate of Toad Palace is slowly opening to the earth.
The bright Guanghan Palace,
is also slowly revealing its silvery white light.
The little stars sent by God,
are guarding the direction towards the end of the east and west sky.
The star generals coming from the north and south,
are being ordered to flock to the Milky Way to gather;
That Milky Way,
suddenly Then the surging waves overflowed.
The gentle and beautiful Lord of the Osmanthus Palace,
brought out the thousand-year-old osmanthus wine,
drunk the heavenly soldiers and generals coming from all directions.
Look at them, they all have their eyes dimmed.
Their eyes seem to flicker.
Wu Gang’s wine-making skills are engraved on the wall of the Moon Palace.
The old sacred tree with lush branches and leaves beside the palace wall is telling the stories and myths of the sacred country and the sacred people.
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All of these, whether they are visitors from outside the world,
or the myth of the magical kingdom of heaven,
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Neither can influence our human desires.
When the red bird at the end of the west,
is sleeping in the flaming Sun Palace,
The industrious and brave master of the earth is still describing the future spring.
Pangu created the world,
sending sunlight to all directions on the earth.
Nuwa created humans to mend the sky,
ending the long-term loneliness and desolation of the earth.
The descendants of the Fuxi brothers and sisters,
have once again sent away the wilderness of the earth.
Dayu, the ancestor of human society, controlled floods.
He dredged up the mountains and rivers of the earth.
King Wu conquered Zhou and Gong Jiang conferred the title of god.
Created a beautiful fantasy of the spiritual world of human society.
Sanzang's search for Buddhist scriptures, agarwood saving his mother, and the white snake's deep affection,
express the ancient culture of the Chinese nation for thousands of years.
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Chen Sheng, Wu Guang, Huang Chao, Chuang Wang,
The heroes of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom,
< p>Sounded the death knell of feudal society,died away the social cancers that had existed for thousands of years.
The dawn of the new democratic revolution,
finally sent away the little remaining light of feudal society;
The rulers of the feudal dynasty,
The idol who finally withdrew from the stage of Chinese national history.
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The sparks that started a prairie fire in the revolutionary base area of ??Jinggangshan, Jiangxi,
The anti-Japanese beacon fire at the Chinese Revolutionary Center in Yan'an, northern Shaanxi,
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The bugle call of the Chinese People’s Liberation Army,
purge the tigers and wolves that exploit, oppress, and eat people.
October 1, 1949, this resounding day,
resounded throughout the land of China, east, west, north, south, and all over the world.
The deep and majestic voice from the Tiananmen Gate Tower inspires every inch of land and every village in our great motherland.
"The People's Republic of China was founded!"
What a sacred hope this is.
Ah, the realization of all this,
finally broadcast to the world in the mouth of a great man.
"The Chinese people have stood up!" This resounding slogan has spread throughout the land of China and all the mountains, rivers and rivers.
The gratitude of the people, the respect for the leader, and the unrestrained spirit of heaven.
Because this is the beginning of a new life for the Chinese people.
It is also the scepter that controls their own destiny.
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The ideas of reform and opening up, the direction of economic construction,
are higher than the Chinese nation’s expectations for the future world. hope.
Ah, humankind’s development of high-tech technology and exploration of space.
Landing on the moon and traveling through the Guanghan Palace are no longer distant fantasies.
Look, Chang'e revealed her beautiful face,
Wu Gang once again held out his fragrant wine.
Looking at the old sacred tree, he was still talking about his myth.
Chanjuan could not help but signal Wu Gang,
present the wine and nectar in his hand.
The stars in the four directions of the sky and the earth are gradually dispersing.
It seems that they are admiring human society.
They are creating a path to the moon palace. bridge.
I stood under the lush trees in the courtyard. Although they were of the same species,
I could not hear any gossip from the old sacred tree in the Moon Palace.
However, the fierce autumn wind,
whirls around me and refuses to leave.
He kept hinting at me and wanted to whisper something to me.
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I finally understand, in this magical and ever-changing world,
There is always a piece of our own ideal Where the world develops.
I opened the window near the courtyard and hid in the autumn wind outside the window.
The chirping cuckoos crowded into the window and sang to me one after another.
I was drunk, I was completely drunk,
I could only look at the bright moon half hanging in the sky in the distance.
I saw the old sacred tree beside the palace wall, still talking nonstop.
They are all familiar to him, this country,
The myth of the people's construction and development of this country.