Nostalgia
Modern·Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child, nostalgia was like a small stamp. I was on this side and my mother was on the other side.
When I grow up, nostalgia is like a narrow ticket, with me on this end and the bride on the other.
Later, homesickness was like a short grave. I was outside and my mother was inside.
Now, homesickness is like a shallow strait, with me at this end and the mainland at the other end.
2. Song of the Seven Sons Weihaiwei
Modern·Wen Yiduo
Let me guard the oldest sea in China again,
There were hills of saints on the shore here.
Mother, don’t forget that I am an expert in sea defense.
I have Liugong Island as my shield.
Save me back quickly, the time has come.
Behind me are buried the remains of saints!
Mother! I want to come back, mother!
3. Rain Alley
Modern·Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
alone,
wandering In the long, long
and lonely rain alley.
I hope to meet,
a lilac-like,
girl with sorrow and resentment.
She has,
the same color as lilac,
the same fragrance as lilac,
the same sadness as lilac,
Sadness in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation.
She was wandering in this lonely rainy alley,
holding an oil-paper umbrella,
like me,
like me ,
Walking silently,
Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.
She approached silently,
came closer, and cast a look that was as if she was breathless.
She floated by,
like a dream,
like a dream, sad and confused,
like a dream,
A sprig of lilac.
This girl floated past me,
She moved silently far, far away,
reached the crumbling fence,
< p>Walking through this rainy alley,in the mournful song of the rain,
eliminates her color,
disperses her fragrance,
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dissipated,
even her,
eyes like breath,
melancholy like lilac,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
alone,
wandering in the long, long, and lonely rain alley.
I hope to float by,
like a lilac,
a girl with sorrow and resentment,
4. Motherland, My dear motherland
Modern·Shu Ting
I am the dilapidated old waterwheel by your river,
spinning tired songs for hundreds of years;
I am the blackened miner's lamp on your forehead,
I am the shriveled groping in the tunnel of history
I am the shriveled rice ear, which is in disrepair. The roadbed;
It is a barge on the shoal,
the rope is deep,
stretched into your shoulders,
——Motherland!
I am poor,
I am sad.
I am your ancestor from generation to generation,
The painful hope,
It is on the sleeve of "Flying Sky",
It has not fallen for thousands of years Flowers reaching the ground,
——O motherland!
I am your new ideal,
just broke free from the cobweb of myth;
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow quilt;
I am your smile with tears;
I am the newly painted snow-white starting line;
It is the crimson dawn,
Screaming;
——My motherland!
I am one billionth of your size,
is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
With your scarred breasts,< /p>
Feed,
I am confused, I am deep in thought, I am boiling;
Then from my flesh and blood,
< p>To obtain,your wealth, your glory, your freedom;
——O motherland,
my dear motherland!
5. Broken chapter
Modern·Bian Zhilin
You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery,
The people watching the scenery are upstairs. you.
The bright moon decorates your windows,
You decorate other people’s dreams.
6. Sayang Nala
Modern·Xu Zhimo
The most tender thing is the gentleness of bowing his head,
like a flower of water The lotus cannot bear the shyness of the cool breeze,
Take care, say treasure,
There is sweet sorrow in that word of treasure -
Sayang Nala!
7. Accidental
Modern·Xu Zhimo
I am a cloud in the sky,
occasionally projected in the center of your wave ──
You don’t have to be surprised,
and there is no need to be happy──
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I meet on the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
8. Far and near
Modern·Gucheng
You,
look at me for a while, and look at the clouds for a while.
I think,
When you look at me, I am far away,
When you look at the clouds, they are very close,
Whether you remember it,
It is best that you forget,
The light that shines upon each other during this encounter!
9. You are April in the world
Modern·Lin Huiyin
I say you are April in the world;
Laugh The sound lights up the surrounding wind.
It dances and changes in the glory of spring.
You are the clouds in the morning of April,
The wind blows softly at dusk, the stars are there,
Inadvertently flashing, and the fine raindrops are sprinkled on the sky. Before the flowers.
That lightness, that Tingting, you are, fresh beauty,
You wear the crown of flowers, you are,
Innocent, solemn, you are the night The full moon at night.
The goose yellow after the snow melts, you are like; fresh,
The green with the first buds, you are; soft and joyful
The water light floats in your dream Looking forward to Zhongbailian.
You are the flowers blooming on the trees, you are the swallow,
whispering between the beams, - you are love, warmth,
hope , you are April in the world!
10. It is also a faint cloud
Modern·Hu Shi
It is also a faint cloud,
It is also a bright moon after the faint cloud.
I just didn’t see my playmate from last year, and I didn’t feel like I was in that day either.
I don’t want to arouse lovesickness,
I dare not go out to look at the moon.
The moon came through the window,
making me lovesick all night long