400-word poems praise the Yangtze River.

Look at the Yangtze river

Endless affection is connected with haze.

The river is a feeling.

Shining with profound meaning

Reveal profundity

Search in the depths of feelings

Numerous scenes are ups and downs.

It finally dissipated.

The heart moves in the waves.

Every spray of water is a pleasure.

Chorus a song of memories

Into a burst of sweetness

The Yangtze River is a strange zone in China.

Tied around the waist of everyone in China.

Flow, the water of the Yangtze River.

Flow, the water of the Yangtze River,

Slowly flowing, Margaret lives in a tall building on the shore.

She looks at you, and when spring is not over,

Flow, the water of the Yangtze River,

My voice. How long has it been, season after season,

Margaret and I miss each other, you know,

Although forever silent,

Flow, the water of the Yangtze River,

Flow slowly. The grass is green, and today is just like before.

There are birds singing, rain and golden flowers, but we can't have what we have.

Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, is my worry.

Margaret had to look out of the window, but at this time her mood was completely different.

At that time, our days were forgotten.

Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, flow slowly.

Praise the Yangtze river

The Yangtze River is like a dragon.

Like the Yellow River, from the top of the world to the East China Sea.

Its huge waves poured down a thousand miles.

Draw a picture of China for three thousand years.

Snow, the source of Tibet, is moved to the eastern forests by the endless white ocean current, such as the holy seat of heaven. Sichuan, an ancient country, stands on the Wolong Plain, and hundreds of millions of ordinary people were born by the river. The ancient Three Kingdoms existed by the river, and the first emperor developed Jiang Tu, while Kongming made the Northern Expedition, and Cao Wei led the horse. Why not eat the river? In the lower reaches of the Oriental River, the scenery on both sides of the river is like light, like scenery, like fog, caged in fog, stacked with pavilions, reborn from the fire, the Yangtze River! You are the Yangtze River in China. You have raised Qian Qian's hardworking people, Changjiang! You are a great and magnificent mother, feeding the people, talented people and beautiful women on both sides of the river and in arid land with your sweet milk, and being the pillar of the country!