Modern Times: Bing Xin
Mom, for a long time,
I just want to write a poem for you,
But I wrote it many times,
Still didn't write it.
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start,
I don't know how to end it,
I don't know what to write,
It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.
I don't know if I should accept it bravely,
Or should I choose to escape?
Mom, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you,
Even if it is not well written,
Even if you are far from home,
Never read ...
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason,
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
2. Paper boats
Modern Times: Bing Xin
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still fold every day and never give up.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please let it go home with her love and sorrow!
I love this land.
Modern Times: Ai Qing.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
I use my injured palm.
Modern: Dai Wangshu
I used my injured palm,
Explore this vast land:
This corner has been reduced to ashes,
That corner is just blood and mud;
This lake should be my hometown,
In spring, the embankment is full of flowers.
There is a strange smell when the tender willow branches are broken. )
I touched the coolness of seaweed and water;
The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.
The water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through the fingers;
Rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River, your new grass.
It is so thin, so soft ... now there is only Artemisia capillaris;
Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered,
There, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. ...
Invisible palms sweep the infinite mountains and rivers,
Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with darkness,
Only the far corner is still intact,
Warm, clear, firm and vigorous spring.
On it, I stroked it with my broken palm,
Like a lover's soft hair, a baby's milk.
I put all my strength in my palm.
Put it on, send love and all hope,
Because there is only the sun, no spring,
Will dispel the haze and bring Su Sheng,
Because it's the only place where we don't live like animals,
Die like an ant ...
There, the eternal China!
5. Go to the oak tree
Modern Times: Shu Ting.
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
Not just a dangerous mountain,
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one,
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand, the land under your feet.