By Sun Zhaolan
A distant sister thinking of her hometown
Written on a plain paper
are lines of poetry condensed with true feelings:
"When I was young
I looked into the future from afar
My seventy years of age were like
a very distant harbor
Now at this age
I look into the past
like seeing my long-lost homeland in the mist
Now at this age
I look into the past
like seeing my long-lost homeland in the mist
".
Now at this age
I'm looking at the past
like I'm in a fog
to see my long-lost hometown."
Dear sister, I'm thinking of my hometown
Our hometown
was once the Great Northern Wilderness
and now it's a different place!
I'm going to paint my hometown for you
The earth is the paper, the mirror lake is the inkstone
The colorful brushes are swirling, the Xuan paper is full of fragrance
Pink peach blossoms
Pale violet lilacs
The fragrance of the flowers without seeing the smoke of the cooking fire
The emerald green paintings of forests and seas
The blush of the sorghums
The Songneng Plains
The smell of rice. The rice blossoms
Thick ink on the fertile land
Light ink flowing
Fish leaping and gulls flying on the Songhua River
Golden cover bridge
Silver moonlight
Miss you standing on the three bridges
The green fields in the west of the bridge
Dazzling light in the east of the bridge
The colorful clouds are wearing a haze of makeup for you
Ying The black oil flowers dance
The red flag of the drilling tower is raised
The seven-color rainbow draws dreams
The white cranes dance
The blue lake water is rippling
The fragrance of the lotus is far away from the home town, calling you back!
The yellow goose adds vitality
The green silk is dyed with white frost
The sky is orange and red to paint a beautiful sunset
A touch of warm color to embellish the heart
Seventy years, the dragon soars
The great motherland is prosperous!
Forty years!
The reform and opening up of the country
The North Great Wilderness is a town of fish and rice!
The blue sky is clear
The silver eagle is sailing ......
The paintbrush is spinning lightly and the paper is full of fragrance
The white space is a long time of longing
Looking away
Far away from the wanderer
Do you see?
Hometown
The rising new city
stands in the east!