1. Crossing Mount Tai at dusk
Author: Lin Huiyin
Remember that day,
My hearts are in the same long river,
Let dusk come,
The moon hangs in your chest.
Like this Qingdai Mountain,
Today,
The heart is a lonely barrier;
Lush,
Don’t forget the sunset,
It’s vast,
but listen to the wind blowing under your feet,
Night is coming——
2. The end of the dream Nanshan
Author: Ji Xian
Isn’t that part of the Qinling Mountains?
Alas! Exactly. It is the most beautiful part:
The most tearful thing.
And that is a rock in Zhongnan Mountain.
I sat on it and hummed a few lines of Qin opera,
and drank some wine from my hometown.
I have touched it with my hands for a long time, and I can still feel its eternal coolness.
And those horizontal clouds stopped moving,
They wanted to see what I looked like as a "foreigner".
Ah, huggable, so honest.
Isn’t the small village at the foot of the mountain with the smoke rising from the kitchen smoke the hometown of Zhongnan Town that I long for?
And when did I come back from where?
Huh? Grandma Meng, why did the rooster crow?
Please let me stay in this dream and not wake up crying...
3. Praise
Author: Mu Dan
Endless mountains and undulations, rivers and grasslands,
countless dense villages, roosters crowing and dogs barking,
are connected in the originally desolate land of Asia. ,
The dry wind howls in the vastness of weeds,
Sings the monotonous eastward flow of water under the low-pressure dark clouds,
In melancholy There are countless buried ages in the forest.
They embraced me quietly:
The endless stories are endless disasters, silent,
It is love in the sky The flying eagles,
are dry eyes looking forward to the hot tears from the fountain,
when the unshakable gray ranks crawl in the distant sky;
I There are too many words, too long feelings,
I want to use the desolate desert, the bumpy road, the mule cart,
I want to use the trough boat, the wild flowers all over the mountains, Rainy weather,
I want to embrace you with everything, you,
The people I see everywhere,
The people living in shame, rickets People,
I want to embrace you one by one with bloody hands.
Because a nation has risen.
A farmer, his rough body moves in the fields,
He is the child of a woman, the father of many children,
How many dynasties are by his side It rose and fell again
and pressed hope and despair on him,
and he followed the plow silently and turned around forever,
turning up The same soil dissolved that of his ancestors, and the same image of suffering solidified on the roadside.
How many times on the road were happy songs passing by,
How many times were the sorrows that befell him;
On the road people made speeches, Shouting, joyful,
However, he did not, he only put down the ancient hoe,
believed in nouns again, melted into the love of the public,
firmly Earth, he watched himself melt into death,
And such a road is infinitely long,
And he could not shed tears,
He did not shed tears because a nation had risen.
Surrounded by mountains, under the blue sky,
When passing by his home in spring and autumn,
hidden in the deep valley. With the most subtle sadness:
An old woman is looking forward to a child, many children are looking forward to it,
Hungry, but enduring in hunger,
On the road Next to it is the hut where darkness gathers.
The same is the unknown fear, the same is,
the soil that erodes life in nature,
And he walked away never looking back to curse.
For him, I want to hug everyone.
For him, I have lost the comfort of hugs.
Because of him, we cannot give happiness.
Cry bitterly, let us cry bitterly on him,
Because a nation has risen.
The same is the wind of this long time,
The same is the endless groaning and cold that spreads from under the collapsed eaves.
It sings on the top of a withered tree,
It blows across the barren swamp, with the chirping of reeds and insects,
The same thing flies by the sound of a crow.
Waiting, our silent pain is too much,
However, a nation has risen,
However, a nation has risen.
4. Prayer
Author: Wen Yiduo
Please tell me who the Chinese are,
reveal me how to remember Hug me tight;
Please tell me the greatness of this nation,
Tell me gently, don’t make any noise!
Please tell me who is Chinese,
Who has the heart of Yao and Shun in his heart,
Whose blood is the blood of Jing Ke and Nie Zheng,
Who is the legacy of Shennong and Huangdi?
Tell me that the wisdom is strange,
It is a gift from the hippopotamus;
Also tell me the rhythm of the song,
Originally, he was taught by Nine-Breasted Phoenix.
Please tell me the silence of the Gobi,
and the solemnity of the Five Mountains? Tell me again
The stone slides of Mount Tai are still dripping with patience, and the great rivers and Yellow Rivers are still flowing in harmony?
Tell me again, that drop of clear tears
Is it Confucius’ sorrow to express his condolences to the dead Lin?
You have to tell me about that crazy laughter -
The laughter of Zhuang Zhou, Chunyu Kun, and Dongfang Shuo.
Please tell me who the Chinese are,
Enlighten me how to hold my memory tightly;
Please tell me the greatness of this nation,
Tell me gently, don’t make any noise!
5. A song to break out of the fortress
Author: Xi Murong
Please sing me a song to break out of the fortress
Use the forgotten ancient words
Please call gently with a beautiful vibrato
The great rivers and mountains in my heart
The scene that can only be found outside the Great Wall
Who The tune of the song is too sad
If you don’t like it
It’s because
there is no desire for you in the song
We always have to sing again and again
Like the grassland shining with golden light for thousands of miles
Like the wind and sand whistling across the desert
Like the Yinshan Mountain on the bank of the Yellow River
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The hero rides a horse and returns to his hometown with glory