I am a bright silver thread. God scattered me from heaven to earth, so nature took me to decorate Qian Shan.
I am a bright pearl, scattered from the crown of the goddess Ashtar, so my daughter stole me in the morning to inlay the green earth.
I cry, but the mountains and rivers are happy; I fell, but the flowers and plants held their heads high, straightened their waist and opened their smiles.
Clouds and fields are lovers, and I am the messenger between them: this one is thirsty, I will quench it, and that one is lovesick, I will heal it.
Thunder rumbled like lightning, clearing the way for me; A rainbow hangs in the sky, announcing the end of my trip. The same is true of earthly life: it begins under the iron hoof of domineering material and ends in the embrace of silent death.
I rose from the lake and soared on the wings of ether. As soon as I saw the beautiful garden, I fell down, kissed the lips of the flowers, embraced the green branches and leaves, and made the vegetation more moist and charming. In the silence, I tapped the glass on the window with my slender fingers, so the tapping constituted a kind of music, which lit up those sensitive hearts.
I am a sigh of the sea, a tear in the sky and a smile in the field. What a cool love it is: it is a sigh in the sea of feelings, a tear in the sky of thoughts, and a smile in the field of mind.
Haiyan (Gorky)
On the vast sea, the wind gathered dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, Haiyan flies proudly like black lightning.
One moment its wings beat the waves, and the other moment it went straight into the dark clouds like an arrow. It cried-in the brave cry of birds, the dark clouds heard the joy.
In this cry-full of longing for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory.
Seagulls groaned before the storm came-groaned, and they flew around the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm into the depths of the sea.
The sea ducks are also moaning-they, the sea ducks, can't enjoy the joy of life and fighting: the rumbling thunder scares them.
Stupid penguins timidly hide their fat bodies under the cliff ... only arrogant petrels fly bravely and freely in the foaming sea!
Dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing against the sea, while the waves are singing and rushing to the sky to meet the thunder.
Thunder roared. Waves cry in angry water droplets and contend with the wind. You see, the strong wind tightly rolled up layers of huge waves and threw them on the cliff, smashing these large jadeites into dust and dust.
Look, it flies like an elf,-a proud black storm elf,-it's laughing, it's howling ... it's laughing at those dark clouds, it's howling happily!
This sensitive spirit-it has long recognized sleepiness from the thunder, and is convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun-yes, they can't!
The wind roared past ... thunder roared ...
Piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burn in the bottomless sea. The sea catches lightning arrows and extinguishes them in its own abyss. These lightning shadows, like salamanders, meander in the sea and disappear in an instant.
-Storm! A storm is coming!
This is the brave Haiyan, flying proudly in the roaring sea and in the middle of lightning; This is the prophet of victory shouting:
-Let the storm get worse!
Farewell to Cambridge Xu zhimo
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved my hand gently and became a cloud in another world.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe River, I would like to be an aquatic plant.
That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Holding a long pole, slowly trace back to greener grass; Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't sing, it's quietly leaving other voices; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
Motherland, I song for you in the name of youth.
Who is in the richness of the yellow land?
Farming his tenacious name.
Who is in the mother's smile?
Let all the suffering fly gently.
Motherland, when I use the name of youth
Song for you proudly.
How to suppress it?
Tears of excitement welled up in my eyes.
But, mom,
Actually, I don't like crying.
When the bright five-star red flag
Fly high in the east of the world
I know it very well.
As a child of China.
How to take the road of self-improvement
I know what dignity means.
Because of my kind mother
There was a hard time.
I know what all the struggles are for.
Because of my tenacious mother
With pain and love
Watering the children's solid steps.
I'm not crying, mom.
Tears in the eyes are actually a kind of talk.
When the majestic national anthem resounds through the sky
Dragon's blood boils in the body.
Is the only reason I stand up straight.
You will never forget what you have suffered.
My sad mother
Water the ravaged homeland with blood and tears.
You will never forget what you have suffered.
My strong mother
Have a pair of big hands
Pick up the children's bloody heads
Dawn will come.
The fire will burn eventually.
A thunder broke the long silent sky.
Your hero's child
Hands hold fiery youth.
Insert the May 4th banner in the fertile soil of the motherland.
Your hero's child
Crying for scientific democracy in the deep darkness
The Chinese nation is bathed in the magnificent spiritual sunrise.
Youth! This is youth!
Let passion burn in life
Burn the flame of hope!
Youth! This is youth!
Let the blood boil in the body
Make an unswerving oath!
Motherland! This is the motherland!
This word weighs more than 1000 Jin.
Let's bathe in the morning sun.
Go!
Today, we can finally
raise one's voice in song
The Yellow River and the Yangtze River are singing the sound of angry waves.
Five thousand years of Chinese civilization.
Flowing in our young blood vessels.
Today, we can finally
raise one's voice in song
Sing the Great Wall of Wan Li.
The soul of 9.6 million China.
It is free in our proud eyes.
We praise youth.
We sing about our motherland.
We stretched out our young arms to the sky.
Let the flower of peace and justice
In every corner of the earth
Bloom vividly