Author: Fang Zhimin
My motherland, lovely China, you have created a glorious history and raised a great nation. I am proud of your long history. Thousands of years of strong winds can't break your tall and straight back. I am proud of your strength. I have lived through these years with internal and external troubles. I am proud of your light, and the Chinese nation firmly holds its own destiny.
the Yellow River
Author: piling snow
Days and nights whizzing away in my eyes, grass and gold surging in my chest. Yan Di's "Neijing", the expression of tears and mud. I have been rushing through my youth, my blood is breathing.
Who is your drunken boat when I warm the river of tears with a copper pot in my hand? Suppress my heart and look forward to the big dipper full of thunder. You have uncovered a thousand Yellow River diaries, and a thousand diaries are the back of Qian Fan. Qian Fan's back, you are the roar of a comeback, when I lead the cattle and drive the sheep and disappear at your noisy dusk entrance.
Changsha Qinyuanchun
On 1925
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang North, Orange Island.
Look at the mountains and plains, and the forests are all dyed.
The river overflows and hundreds of wars flow.
Fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.
Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs.
I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years.
Just a classmate and teenager, in the prime of life,
Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Pointing at the mountains and rivers, rhetoric, dirt to thousands of households.
Do you remember?
Hit the water in the middle stream, and the waves will stop the flying boat!