It's a sad day for me to be lying in a lonely village, but I'm still thinking of serving my country. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea to get out of the house.
Listening to the wind blowing rain at the end of the night, the iron horse ice river into the dream. The tears of the remnants are in the dust of Hu, and I look southward to the king's division for another year.
Buddha Barbarian Book Jiangxi Municipality
Xin Qiji
Yugutai down the clear river water, how many pedestrians in the middle of the tears.
Looking at Chang'an from the northwest, I feel sorry for the countless mountains.
The green hills can't be covered, but after all, they are flowing east.
The evening of the river is full of worries, and the mountains are full of partridges.
Summer's Day, Li Qingzhao
Being born as a man, dying as a ghost.
To this day, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Jiangdong River.
When I heard that the official army had taken over Henan and Hebei, Du Fu
There was a rumor that the sword had suddenly taken over the northern part of Thistle, and I first heard that my clothes were full of tears and snot.
But when he saw his wife's sorrows, he rolled up his poems and books and wanted to go crazy with joy.
It's a good idea to sing songs in the daytime, and to return to your hometown with a youthful companion.
This is the first time I've ever been to Luoyang.
Autumn night will be dawn out of the hedge door to welcome the cool feeling
Lu You
Thirty thousand miles of the river east into the sea, five thousand Ren Yue on the sky.
The remnants of the people are in tears in the dust of Hu, looking south to the king's division for another year.
Lyrics of Liangzhou by Wang Han
The grapes and wine are in a glass of night light, and I want to drink from the lute and urge you to do it right away.
Drunk on the sands, the king does not laugh, how many people have come back from ancient battles?
My Motherland
My motherland,
Mountains are lofty,
majestic peaks overlooking the winds and rains of history,
twilight,
willing to let the winds and clouds sweep by.
The solid back of the top of the hundreds of millions of years of vicissitudes from the calm.
My motherland,
The great river rushes,
The vast torrent rushes through the whirlpool of the history of tumbling,
The rapids courageous,
Wash away a hundred years of dirt,
The shocking waves beat the canyon surging up the bumps of how many destinies.
My motherland,
The land is vast and rich,
The beautiful scenery has nurtured a magnificent traditional culture,
The desert collects the remnants of the sun,
The moon is drunk on the lotus,
How many bright civilizations on the vast land are still glittering.
My motherland,
People are industrious,
Fifty-six nationalities are together,
The splendor of the Oriental charm,
Humanistic style of the flow,
Thousands of beautiful and touching legends have been passed down through the ages.
This is my motherland,
This is my motherland that I y love.
I love your long and splendid history,
I love the flowers on every inch of your land,
I love your magnificent scenery and mountains,
I love the character of your people's tenacity and perseverance.
My motherland,
My motherland which I love y.
You are the rooster ----- waking up the silence of the dawn,
You are the dragon ----- rebuking the winds and clouds of the times,
You are the majestic lion ----- dancing the majestic winds of the Divine Kingdom,
You are the origin of the human wisdom ----- igniting the starry flame of civilization.
You have a sacred name,
that is China!
That is China, O my motherland.
My country which I love y.
I am y in love with my motherland,
The beating heart beats with the pulse of five thousand years,
I am y in love with my motherland,
The surging blood rushes with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,
I am y in love with my motherland,
The yellow skin is imprinted with the color left by our ancestors,
I am I love my country y,
Black eyes show a humble smile,
I love my country y,
The strong character is uplifted with the spirit of Tarzan,
I love my country y,
The vast sea border is filled with all my hopes.
My motherland,
Lovely China,
You have created a glorious history,
You have nurtured a great nation.
I am proud of your longevity,
Thousands of years of gale force winds could not break your back,
I am proud of your strength,
Resisting the internal and external troubles to break through the years of wasted time.
I am proud of your brightness,
The Chinese nation has taken its destiny into its own hands,
I am proud of your spirit,
Reforms are going forward and opening up in a magnificent way.
Lovely motherland,
Wherever I go,
I hold your arm of strength,
Wherever I live,
You warm my heart.
Lovely motherland,
You hold the rudder of the new century,
You use the speed, you use the strength,
Creating the miracle that shocked the world.
You use hard work, you use wisdom,
conducted another more brilliant pioneering!
The motherland, the motherland,
You will always be full of hope,
The motherland, the motherland,
You will always be vigorous!
"O Motherland, I want to burn"
When I was a pine seedling
The earth endowed me with noble sentiments!
I aspired to be a pillar, dedicated to mankind,
One branch and one leaf, all defying the snow sword and ice knife.
Unfortunately, I am rooted in the deep canyon,
Long, long, but how can not be taller than the peak of the grass
I desperately suck mother's shriveled breasts,
Want to raise the ideal of ten thousand heavy sky!
I was too much: childish! Ridiculous!
Ignorance blinded me to my own lowly cells.
And so I was duly punished,
with a storm of wilderness upon my face!
Ah, the heavens turned over ......
Ah, the mountains cried out ......
The great mountain-building movement buried me in the deep strata of the earth, and
I died, when I was in my youth.
I died! A young torso spasms in the earth,
I died! But the undead sprite still struggles and cries out:
"I'm going out! I'm going out! I want to get out--
My vision is not this black prison!"
Long years, I have endured a lot of unbearable suffering,
But the light of the ideal, still in the heart of the burning shine.
I turned into a piece of coal, but also in the life of the cry:
"Motherland, motherland, I want to burn!"
How thick is the crust of the earth, and how misty is the expectation,
I yearn! I long for a thousand sunward pits before me!
I will go out: throw myself into the furnace, and become a blazing fire,
"O motherland, O motherland, I will burn!"
"You, the clearest drop in the wave"
Here,
I'm going to sing about a man.
He is not a general,
but he has made countless meritorious achievements;
he is not a literary hero
but he has written immortal poems;
he is so ordinary, so young,
like a small drop of spring rain,
but he has penetrated-
the hearts of hundreds of millions of people. p>The hearts of billions of people!
He,
was a drop of water,
but was able to
reflect the light of the whole sun!
He,
is a bird that has just spread its wings,
but can
fly towards the party with one heart!
He,
is a lamp,
only
every bit of light is not wasted!
He,
is a drum that has just been beaten,
but
every sound is turned into thunder!
Heh, Thunderbolt!
You don't make up songs for yourself,
You don't weave garments for yourself,
You don't comb your feathers for yourself,
You don't shed a single tear for a single person,
Here, Thunderbolt!
You, a note in the Internationale;
You, a fiber on the red flag;
You, a petal of the red flower in the bush,
You, the clearest drop in the wave!
Youth!
Eternal life!
Magnificent!
Look at Private Lei Feng,
One step an echo,
One step a song,
Throughout the
future of the infinite century!
Ode to the Monument of Heroes
Comrades walking through Tiananmen Square
Stop
Please raise your heads and look up, please take off your hats
Joy and happiness? Forget it for a while
Be quiet before the Monument of Heroes
On days of wind and rain, you'll hear the Yellow River roar
It's giant waves of the twentieth generation
On cloudy nights, you'll hear the roar of the Yangtze River
The wild waves of the 1930s are like rocks crashing into mountains
Moonlight is dim, and at the foot of the monument walks Fang Zhimin
Clattering ...... clattering are the heavy shackles of his feet
Dawn is faint, and at the front of the monument stands Li Dazhao
His heavy shackles are the heavy shackles of his feet
There is no need to be quiet in front of the monument.
His gray shirt is shrouded in mist
In the shadow of the lamp, Yin Fu's pen is still rustling
By the starlight, Ye Ting's sword is being sheathed
Wang Xiaohua, the immortal, is still staring at the eerie muzzle of the gun
Loyal Liu Hulan is facing the blood-stained guillotine blade
The wind and sand are long, long and sandy
In the sand, there are forests of sand and sand. In the wind and sand, the forest-like spears are sporadic
The rain and fog, the rain and fog
In the rain and fog, the flaming pikes are hidden
How many heroes are killed in front of the monument
The Nanjing Road, the Xianyang Road
How many furious steps have been put in shackles
The verdant Yuhuatai, the silent Longhuatao
How many chests of steel, in the pools of blood, have been killed in the blood of the people?
How many steel chests have fallen in a pool of blood
How many footsteps have been left in the ancient Yellow Crane Tower
How many heroes' faces are familiar with the new Pagoda Mountain
The mountain of knives--Jagreb Cave
The sea of fire--Shangrao
How many comrades' blood has been spilled in the sun?
The blood of many comrades is woven into this tidal wave of sunlight
Listen: Step by step, the shoes of Ge tread on the spring grass after the rain
The artillery fire at Jinggang Mountain has ceased, and the Red Guards are still on sentry duty
The red leaves along the banks of the Xiangjiang River are clustered, and the peasants of the insurrection are sharpening their swords
Listen: The sound of the waves is set off by the laughter of the bold and heroic
On the Jizhong plain, in the green tent, guerrilla fighters are being ambushed
In the green willows of the Jiangnan water town, the general's horse is whistling
On the road to the Central Plains, every road is trembling
On the crossing of the Yangtze River, every wave is burning
One thousand strings can't winnow out the flames of a prairie fire
Ten thousand locks can't stop the sun from shining through
Old comrades, can you hear the voices of the fighters
New comrades, can you hear the voices of the old comrades marching into the river? Comrades, can you hear the old comrades' marching horns
Listen to your husband's last roar if you're a wife
Listen to your wife's slogan if you're a husband
Listen to your parents' impassioned song if you're a child
Listen to your children's blood cry if you're a parent
How many unfinished words have been rushed in the chests of the martyrs
Would you like to hear them? Listen to the monument to the heroes.
The mountains of the north are gathered in front of this monument.
The waters of the south are surrounded by this monument.
How many whips, how many bullets, how many clubs, how many bayonets
How many tears, how much hatred, how much advice in blood.
For the sake of today, how many sacrifices have our forefathers made.
For the sake of tomorrow, how much weight should we carry? Remember, my comrades, my compatriots
Must never forget, millions of men, women, and children
Comrades walking through Tiananmen Square
Stop
Please raise your heads and look up, please take off your hats
Martyrs' gazes are looking down on us
It's not quiet at the Monument to the Heroes
"Looking up at the National Emblem" What is the meaning of the words "look up at the national emblem"
That's what I'm saying.
Looking up at the emblem
Warmly golden, beside a wide river
Profoundly fluctuating the earth's vista
Infinite winds blowing the sunshine planted by the hard-working hands of the people
Looking up at you, the emblem! What I see
is the nation nourished by its mother, the Yellow River
is the sheaves of wheat on the whole land
and the agriculture of dreams and souls
I see the awakening of the Loess Plateau
is the cogs that revolve day and night and go on forever
is the longing for the great machine expressed by a condensed cog
Thousands of years, hunger, poverty, sustenance, abundance
refracted in agriculture without beginning or end
the thoughts and destinies of a people intertwined
tossed on the rolling forward waves
Look up to you, the national emblem! A cogwheel
represents the motherland's desire to be strong again
is a deep knowledge of the weaknesses of agricultural civilization
I hear countless footsteps, countless wheels
booming on the avenue of the times ......
On the sublime national emblem, I look at the
The radiant Tiananmen Gate
Ever echoing in my ears
A great man born in Shaoshan Chong
An announcement to the world
I see a rising star
Seeing the light that all people look forward to
Seeing the clear sky and the sea
The people who love to work
The star is a symbol of you
We love to work.
The stars are symbolizing you
Shining on the national emblem
I see the figures in the fields north and south of the Yangtze River
I hear labor become a song
Rubbing through the cotton wool clouds
Over the wings of the birds
One national emblem is the eternal home of every Chinese
in his life
The national emblem is a national emblem
The national emblem is a national emblem. A national emblem
hangs high in the hearts of the people
"With my broken palm"
I feel this vast land with my broken palm
:
This corner has been turned into ashes,
that corner is only blood and mud;
this lake should be my hometown
(In spring, on the embankment) flowers like a brocade barrier,
The tender willow branches break with a strange fragrance,)
I touch the yellow floating heart and the slight coolness of the water;
The snowy peaks of this Changbai Mountain are cold to the bone,
The water of this Yellow River is caught in mud and sand and slips out between my fingers;
The watery fields of the south of the Yangtze River are so soft that they are ...... now only Artemisia;
Lingnan's lychee blossoms pine away in loneliness,
To the end of the other side, I dipped into the bitter waters of the South China Sea without a fishing boat ......
Invisible palms swept over the hateless rivers and mountains,
Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with gloom,
Only that faraway corner remains
Warm, bright, solid and flourishing.
On that, I caressed it with my crippled palm,
like the soft hair of a lover, the milk of a baby's hand.
I put all my strength in the palm of my hand
Attached to it, with love and all hope,
For there alone is the sun, the spring,
Which will banish the gloom, and bring forth the rebirth,
For there alone we do not live like cattle,
Die like ants... ...there, eternal China!
"O Motherland, My Dear Motherland"
I am the worn-out old waterwheel on your river
spinning a weary song for hundreds of years;
I am the smoky miner's lamp on your forehead
shining on your snail's pace through the tunnels of history;
I am the parched ear of the rice paddy, the disrepair of the roadbed, the barge on the silt beach
The barge on the silted beach
The rope deep
into your shoulders
- O motherland!
I am poor,
I am sad.
I am the hope of your grandparents'
pain,
the flower that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years between the sleeves of the "Flying Sky";
--O motherland!
I am your new ideals,
fresh from the cobwebs of myths;
I am the germ of the ancient lotus under the blanket of snow;
I am the smile of your tears;
I am the freshly-painted, snow-white starting line;
the crimson dawn
spewing out;
--O Motherland! -- O Motherland!
I am one billionth of you
the sum of your nine and six hundred thousand squares;
with your bruised breasts
you feed
the perplexed, the thoughtful, the seething me;
then from my flesh and blood
get
your; riches, your glory, your freedom;
- O motherland,
my dear motherland!