Since the wee hours
It's raining in Shaodong
Cry, cry.
From east to south, from west to north
Hunan Guangdong Yunnan Hainan
Many provinces in China have been infected.
And that distant country.
I know Norway.
It also rained heavily.
The rain in March is clear.
Wash the sky.
Wash the earth
Wash that
path to god
Nobody can sleep.
That kind face
That generous body
Floating in the eyes
Those sincere loves
Flowers and plants in warm March
The flowers are blooming brilliantly.
They lined up on the way to heaven.
Eighty years, five years of wind and rain.
Tread all over the mountains and rivers of the Twenty Ridges
Singing and laughing in the fields
Tied to a steaming river bank
Those tall paper hats.
Leave it on your way home when you come.
Zhaoyang Avenue Shengli Street Hengbao Road
Those footprints on the people's road
Stick to the forehead of the years
The voice echoed with sonorous footsteps.
So quiet
Wind and rain all the way
Still deeply worried
Hold your lover's hand tightly
Those weak shoulders.
Practical and comfortable
I'm not tired.
Have a rest.
For a while.
Freeze frame equipment
Mourning Modern Poetry 2 This morning,
A great warrior,
Stopped the beating pulse,
He lived a glorious life. #
He is a soldier,
Although there is no steel gun in hand,
But with a huge pen in his hand,
Write a hymn of the times;
He is a poet,
Praise the people,
Praise the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland;
He is a scholar,
But I have traveled all over the country.
He also walked through the bullets. #
I'll never forget his Red Plum Zan,
This song reverberated for nine days.
On the red rock,
Red plum blossoms,
Step on a thousand miles of frost.
On March 9 th, Han He did it,
A red heart opens to the sun.
Red plum blossoms,
Flowers bloom.
Hold your head high and be in full bloom,
The sky is fragrant.
Wake up the flowers and bloom,
Celebrate the Spring Festival with songs.
When spring comes,
But he closed his eyes forever,
Lying quietly among the pines and cypresses,
I can no longer appreciate the beautiful spring scenery of my motherland. #
I will never forget his book "Dare to Ask Where the Road Is".
Lead us to explore boldly.
You carry a heavy burden,
I led the horse,
Wade over mountains and mountains.
The storm is thunderous,
Until the end of the world.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter,
The rolling fields.
Where is the road?
The road is under your feet.
Decades have passed,
People will never forget this classic old song.
Behind these lyrics,
I don't know how much effort he put into it,
These popular lyrics,
Full of his yearning and sustenance for a better life in the future. #
He loves the blue sky of his motherland,
He loves the mountains and rivers of his motherland,
He loves everything about his motherland,
He loves the glory of China's history.
He preached justice,
Singing for the people and the times.
Facing the three levels,
He was angry,
Scold those literary garbage makers. #
In his 80 s,
He still insists on writing,
He is enthusiastic about public welfare,
Give full play to your residual heat.
He was the champion of "Touching China",
Write a touching acceptance speech,
I dare say,
He is also touching the world,
He is also moving China!
Mr. Yan Su,
Your life has not been in vain!
The poems you wrote will be sung by children in China forever.
Your achievements will always be engraved in the hearts of the people! #
He didn't leave the world he loved,
He didn't leave the motherland to which he was attached.
You see,
He came to us in the halo,
His pace is still so steady,
His spirit is still so indomitable!
He sang "Red Plum Zan",
He is singing the Song of Learning from the Buddhist Scriptures!
His laughter is still so hearty,
His thoughts are still so heroic,
His love for his motherland is still like fire,
His pride is still magnificent!