You crackle in my eyes
You sparkle in my soul
The pursuit of you is an ideal
The approach to you is a round of radiance
Coal, my lover, my black girl
No matter whether the night of our love affair
was a stormy wind or a rainy night
Since we went to the heart of the earth
We held each other out hot.
What we hold out to each other is hot
You are the one who tempted me to go to hell
You are the one who lifted me up to heaven
Coal, my lover, my black girl
It is precisely because of you, my black girl, that the hesitant oil-paper umbrella
finally disappeared in the rainy alley where we had a date
At the depth of 800 meters
And only you, with your dark, black umbrellas, have made it possible for me to be with you.
Only you kiss my bare shoulders with ebony lips
O Coal, my lover my black girl
Darkness makes me cherish the moon
Falling makes my head high
When the ropes of loneliness hang me upside down on the
vertigo cliffs
Only you come to soothe my
scarlet wounds
O Coal, my lover my black girl
Heroin is white and vile
But you are black and noble
In your burning splendor
I see the soul
Sacred anti - light
O Coal, my lover My Black Girl
(Originally published in China Mining News)
(Note: This poem has been published and reprinted by dozens of media, and has been hailed by critics as one of the best contemporary coal poems. Qu Qinhe, head of the China Coal Mine Literary Troupe and a famous recitation artist, has recited the poem many times at large-scale literary evenings on China Central Television (CCTV). The famous calligrapher Liu Guoqing wrote the poem into a calligraphy scroll, realizing the combination of new poem and calligraphy. This innovation was widely acclaimed.) In 1976, David Kissinger visited China and was received by Mao Zedong. During the meeting David called the upper part of Mao's face brilliant. Mao made the profound remark, "I was born with a Great China face."
"I was born with a big Chinese face"
How much does one sentence contain
This is a face shaped by the rushing of the Yellow River
This is a face fed by the waters of the three Hunan rivers
This is a face inculcated by the civilization of the oracle bone writing
It's
This is the face of the calmness of the soldiers in the city
This is the face of the calmness of the planning of the battle
This is the face of the worried look at the head of the Yellow Crane Tower
This is the face of the grand atmosphere on the Tiananmen Square
This is the face of the quiet smile of the leisurely walk
This is the face of the anticipation under the summit of the Goddess
This is the face of the anticipation under the peak of the Goddess of Mercy
The face of the Goddess of Mercy
This is the face of the Goddess of Mercy.
It is the face of Great China
that makes MacArthur grimace
It is the face of Great China
that makes Kindalai bloom in the Korean landscape
In the face of Khrushchev's arrogance
it is the face of Great China that rises to the occasion
standing as a friend to the Third World.
It's still the face of Big China
It's the face of Big China
The face of Big China
The face of Big China
The face of Big China
The face of Big China
The face of Big China
The face of Big China
The face of Big China
This face of Big China
This face of Big China
This face of Big China
This face of Big China
This face of Big China
This face of Big China
This face of Big China is engraved on the faces of millions of people This is the face of China engraved in the hearts of millions of people
This is the face of China frozen in history
This is the face of China emerging in the future
"I was born with the face of China"
This sentence contains inexplicable content. ......
(This poem has been published and reprinted by dozens of media, and was awarded the second prize at the national level.) "The President also raised his hand, his dark gray helmeted hat. Lifted very slowly and slowly, like lifting a very heavy thing, little by little. When he had raised it over his head, he suddenly swung it with such force that it stopped in the air and did not move a muscle ...... This was a specific, historic action ......"
- -Fang Ji's "Between Waves"
The auspicious clouds of September that year surrounded you
Toward the stars
Crossing the horizon and waving goodbye to the earth-
The pair of history's big hands waved in Qiankun
Stretching out an iron wrist, I switched out the pen blade Your hand welded Zhu De
and shook the azalea red of Jinggang
and grabbed the reins of history
and pulled the stumbling cart of Zunyi to the kiln of Yan'an
and blinked the hideous eyes of the Japanese invaders in the air
You raised your hand to hold the collapsing sky
and spirits and monsters were caught in your fingers and died
. were caught between your fingers
The helmet that swung was China's destiny
You raised it over your head without hesitation
Stretching out your big hand you tore open the night sky of the Misty City
Black clouds erupted into scarlet dawn
The big hand of history once again gripped the
throat of history
Pulling back the smoke you directed the three battles
The grandeur and magnificence
The building that has never been seen before rises up with a wave of a hand
The Pacific Ocean can't drown her reflection
The big hands that attacked once again blocked the attack
Lifting up the big hands to cut off the clutches that reached out to Jindalay
America is covering the broken arm that's dripping with black blood
Hiding in the corner of history Sobbing uncontrollably
The great hand that turned the tide waved among the clouds and waters
You slapped the continent of Asia and Europe
Slap - case - and - rise up<
The Alps shivered
The sea - flew - the mountain - collapsed
The big hands held the sentiment and also held the warmth
You held the proud poplar and the laughter of Kurban TolumuThe hands that broke the ice also held friendship
Your hands and Kissinger's hands became eternal in 1972
The hands that destroyed the ruins and built a new city
The hands that suffocated the war and clutched the peace
The hands that shattered the despair and created the longing
.The hands that bury the drums of twilight and ring the bells of morning
The hands that wave into glittering sculptures
The palms of the hands that rise up to lift the whirlwind of rising up
The whirlwind of rising up that shakes the history, the present, and the future
The hands that shake the hearts of billions of people ......
The hands that are the big hands of history that are thinking Over the sky
Swinging in eternity
The pair of history's big hands in the broad dry universe
Swinging
Swinging - moving ......
(Note: Kurban Tulum is a poor Uyghur farmer. When he was received by Mao Zedong in 1958 and shook hands, Kurban was in full spring and smiling. (This poem was awarded the third prize in the country.) The Wujiang River with its black python's arm
Chokes the throat
Chugging on all sides as if it were a knife
Straight to the heart
All roads lead through failure
To death
All killing machines tear off their disguises
Exposing their sharp edges
Eight mighty and overbearing banners stain the sunset red
Thousands of tendernesses rouge Tears bleach the wounds
Black clouds are pressing down on the city and the building is about to fall
This is the battlefield of Gaixia where the heroes are at the end of their tether
The broken hearted and pink tears are like beads of pearls
This is the desolate Wujiang River where the beauty has been broken
"Feet are on the earth and hands are on the heaven
To pull up a mountain to the world, to overcome the eight wastelands
Break down the cauldron and fight with the backwaters
What can be achieved?
It is invincible
The piebald is driven by the sword in his hand
Who is the sun among the heroes
Heroes are like rainbows and beauties are like flowers
Who is as popular as the king of the ancient world"
"The sluggish piebald
Can't wade through the Wu River tonight
You can't get through the Wu River, but you can't get through the river," says Yu.
Yu heo yu heo
Your snowy skirt
dances-falls
The four fields of crows cry and the half-river is frosty"
"Enemies and friends alike reveal the truth
You are my only ally in life and death
You are the tear-stained smile I can't laugh at, the smile I can't cry at
You are the untouchable sorrow I can't speak of longing for
You are my watery plum rain hometown
You are the blossomed moon that I tearfully weep for
You are the fragrant stamens of the lily poured with moonlightYou are the morning mist that reflects all the reeds of the autumn water
You are the rich earth that nurtures the surging power
You are the stirring sky that attracts the sublimated wings
You are my goddess my religion my source
My homecoming my love my dreams "
"O Bully, O Bully
To choose you is to choose a kind of sadness
The initial choice is never betrayed at the end
Even if love's homecoming is as strong as death
You're the peak rising from my lofty plateau
You're the destined
You are the joyful lightning that shines through the marrow of my bones and my lungs
You are the bright starlight that arrives at the other side of the river and at the end of my dreams
You are the gun that turns the tide of the ocean
You are the proud spine of the sky that collapses and stands tall and proud
You are my God, my idol, my destiny
My abyss, my enemy, my hope
It is my hope to be the first of my kind. My hope"
The dusk robe splashes with blood-colored wine pulp
The dull moon shadow awakens the fragrance of the flowers of the past
The temple's springtime handsome encounter with a nicknamed
The secret of the flowers leaks out in a dish
The piece of handkerchief that fixes the love of a man
Fluttering like a flower
Falling down is also fragrant
Another fragrance is also fragrant.
Soldiers, mountains, swords, and rivers are all in the same boat
Painting fog and spring shadows are all in the same boat
The heroes and beauties of Wuzhui's sword
Autumn winds play with the horses in Pangcheng and the handsome reward
The past is like smoke and all of them are transformed into
Ten ambushes in Wujiang River, the tearful rows of the river
And the battlefield is treated as a wedding hall for the love of martyrdom
Mournful reeds and the dark waves ring
Close your eyes and you can't close your eyes
The battlefield is a wedding hall for love.
Close your eyes, you can't shut out the tears
Rouge towards the sky, the stars are crumbling
"Just like when you first lifted up my red head
The dizziness of the fixation"
Pulling out your blade and condensing the frost
Gazing at it with tears in your eyes, your eyebrows raised
The snow-white neck was like a The strings of the zither
The love played by the sword has a thousand years of pathos
The gesture of cutting one's own throat has become
China's tragic statue of love
The strings broken and the zither cracked have suddenly become a sound of the last song
Following the frost of the sword, it flows down
Large patches of sunshine
The sadness of the death of the fragrance of jade and the sadness of the drums and horns
"Liu Bang can't stand against 100,000 soldiers
"Liu Bang can't stand against the death of Liu Bang.
"Even 100,000 soldiers can't match the weight of a strand of your green silk in my heart"
Sadness of the azalea crowing on the lips of the cherry
The map of the king is empty and the beauty has turned into ash
The heart of the hero is as pale as a glacier
Footsteps on Gaixia, a long roar to the heavens
The crimson lightning strikes the king
The duet of love is the most tragic of all time. The duet of love has a thousand years of pathos
The thunder of blood dyed the Wu River red
The piebald horse hissed and whistled all over the eight wastelands
The black lightning horse
Bloodily crashed to its death on the cliffs of the Chu and Han dynasties
Yu's blood turned into turquoise
On the graves where love was martyred
Flowers as red as blood are as thin as despair
Listen to them all the time, day and night.
The sound of the horse's hooves and the waves of the Wu River
And now the Beauty of Yu has set off a torrent of flowers
and the light of blood
illuminates the love and meanness of the ages
(Note: Xiang Yu and Yu Ji met at a temple fair in the springtime. Xiang Yu is young, handsome and powerful. Yu Ji fell in love with him at first sight. Later, Xiang Yu came to Yu Ji's house as a guest. During the banquet, Yu Ji personally made a dish called "Farewell My Concubine" to express her love and admiration. Xiang Yu's father recognized her and promised her to Xiang Yu. Yu Ji accompanied Xiang Yu to fight in the north and the south, and her loyalty was unswerving. When Xiang Yu was besieged by Gaixia, the hero was at the end of his rope, and Yu Ji and Xiang Yu both cut their own throats.
After Yu Ji's death, a kind of red flower blossomed on her tomb, which was known as "Beauty of Yu". Yu Ji's tomb is now in Anhui Lingbi. (Xuzhou was called Pengcheng in ancient times, and was the former capital of Xiang Yu. Today, there is Xiang Yu's military parade of the Theater of Horses, which is in the southern suburb of Xuzhou.) Qu Jinxing Zhang Yan
This is a myth woven call
Pangu's axe splits the earth and opens up the sky
Kunlun rises up and the great river flows
Hetu Luoshu opens up an epic that shines brightly
The villages nourished by sweet springs are brightly lit in the darkness
The grassland of the pastoral song urges the horse to raise its whip
The pride of the bronze casting of the dragons and the tiger whistles
The iron and the steel are strong, and the iron and the steel are strong, and the iron and the steel are strong.
The glory of steel is a phoenix dance and a phoenix spin
The vast land is full of clouds and clouds
In the face of the vicissitudes of history
I marveled over and over again
The vigorous lifeline of this imperial heaven and backyard
Qu Yuan's poetic thoughts are majestic
Stooping down to ask for the earth, looking up to ask for the heaven
Dong Po's poetic writing is long and broad
The symphony of ebony and steel is the most important thing.
Ai Qing's tear-soaked verses
are the earth's heartfelt chants
Hai Zi's longing for the sound of the sea
Sea blue, sky blue, flowers blooming in spring
In the face of the poet's praises and sorrows
I have sung the song over and over again
The earth's mammoth landscapes
Yet, when steam engines whirr to propel mankind on a gallop
When skyscrapers continue to refresh city skylines
The sound of frogs is drowned out by the sound of machines
Rice blossoms are overrun by concrete
Industrial parks have eaten into the ploughing oxen's paradise
Golf encroaches upon the homes of red sorghum
How can parched sheaves
feed the The rising nation
How can the small arable land
How can it support the magnificent tomorrow
Faced with the dismembered earth
I have been calling out over and over again
Stop destroying the green-veiled farmland
When the dense water pipes have drained the earth's transparent blood
The tilting towers are accusing of collapsing roads
Flowering grasslands have been turned into deserts.
Who can nourish the land of flowers
Who can polish the smile of the times
Faced with the parched earth
I call out over and over again
Don't drain the blood of the earth again
When small mines dotted with stars and dots
greedily eat up the lungs and green carpets of the earth
when the beasts of steel
seize resources frantically in the depths of the earth's core
when the burdens forged by sorrow and the wreaths woven by
hope
are written in mottled poems
who will feed China's industry in the new century
who will hold up mankind's The future of tomorrow
In the face of broken veins
I call out over and over again
Don't empty the heart of the earth
When the magnificent continental shelf reaches out into the vast ocean
When the high sails plow through the turbulent blue fields
When the seaweeds and kelp entwine into the translucent dreams
When the seabed gushes with surging energy
Who will take charge of the future
Who will explore the vastness
Facing the vast and boundless sea
I have been calling out over and over again
Don't desert the ocean tomorrow
This is a call for a cruel reality
How can arable land be nibbled away to give rise to the prosperity of the society
How can the drained groundwater moisten the garland of civilization?
How can the destroyed mines support the backbone of the country
How can the turbulent sea carry the national rejuvenation tomorrow
In this moment of life and death
I call out again and again with a bloody throat
Don't destroy our **** home!