Heyuan Haruka
The Millennium Ice Peak in Aradazi,
It exudes ancient rhyme,
Tear the hunting wind,
Stand tall in the hinterland of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau;
White snowflakes piled up on the ice peak,
Imagine a crystal mountain,
In the bright sunshine,
Drops of water,
In the smooth stones of Guanghua.
For thousands of years, the Kariku Valley,
Wash away the whirlwind of the previous dynasty,
Wash the pale rock wall,
Messy scattered in the foothills of Burhanda;
The canyon collects a trickle,
Into a trickle,
Gently rub the moonlight,
Playing a dulcimer-like rhythm,
Jumping between cliffs.
Dark peat soil,
It contains abundant mountains and rivers,
Spread and stretch at the foot of the gentle mountain;
Yellow-green shepherd grass,
Stretch the slender waist,
Guard the pool under your feet.
The scenery is linear,
The puddles merge into a pool,
This line runs through the stream,
Several streams converge at the source,
Our great mother-the source of the Yellow River!
The sky is blue,
There are long-staple cotton clouds in the blue sky.
Wandering on the dam of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau;
The wind is clear,
The cold mountain wind wrapped in the chill of Bayan Kara,
Tea and wooden measures blown on the chest;
The ground is green,
The green grass leans on the corner of Zhaling Lake,
Walking on the soft and clear lake.
Leisurely Tibetan antelope,
With arrogant horns,
Strolling on the lush river beach,
Sniffing the aroma of saffron;
Running Ili steed,
Throw out the burning mane,
Kicking the river with cold ice bones,
Splash with water.
Small flowers of purple chrysanthemums,
Scattered on the green velvet grass,
Give off a bitter taste,
Affected people's clothes;
Bright sunshine,
Shining on the scattered lake,
Gathered a faint mist,
Covered with the roof of the felt house.
Naughty little tail cold sheep,
Jumping in the foothills of Animaqing,
Dotted with green grass slopes,
As if it were a falling hada;
A golden eagle with a strong yellow mouth,
Soaring in the valley on the high slope of Qinghai,
Guarding the fertile home of aquatic plants,
Like a loyal guard.
Oh, the source of the Yellow River,
So you're gentle,
Soft as a girl on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau,
Fresh and natural, lovely,
I can't help playing the flute,
Sing this original ecological home,
There is no wanton destruction by human beings here,
Everything is still ancient,
It embodies the harmonious coexistence between man and nature.
Oh, the source of the Yellow River,
So you're strong,
As strong as this guy in Kunlun Mountain,
Simple and honest, natural and graceful;
I can't help whipping my horse,
Galloping on the lush river beach,
Feel the unrestrained body and mind,
Flying in the warm spring breeze,
Enjoy the kisses and caresses of the earth freely.
Hetao Summer Feelings
Summer love in Hetao
Pentium ice mountains and rivers yo,
You travel through the hard gneiss valley,
The weak body stirs up snow-white waves,
Wandering in the thin fog,
Phantoms are flying like neon lights.
Roaring grass beach flows yo.
You gather in a loose river of sand and shale,
The bright body and mind unfold in a clear posture,
Reflecting the blue sky,
Mixed cotton wadding cloud.
A slender waterline,
With tenacious willfulness,
Shuttling between mountains,
Hidden in the dense forest,
Shine in the strong sunlight.
A colorful reservoir,
Like wet pearls,
There is a dazzling aura,
Connected by a thin silver wire,
Combine into beautiful beads.
The west wind raging in Ordos,
Brought tiny sediments,
Deposited in a vast and flat area on both banks,
Take care of your canal,
And you selflessly offered sweet milk,
Nourishes the plants around us.
Whole medlar seeds,
Falling and bending the strong branches,
Having flushed cheeks;
Rolling wheat waves and seedlings,
Rolling on a flat field,
Fly with the joy of harvest.
Giant cotton peaches,
Open your thick lips happily,
Show white teeth;
Slender oats,
Throw away the flowing long skirt,
Dancing excitedly in the vast fields.
Without water, it is a desert.
Water creates an oasis.
This is your sweet and rich river,
It's called inland far from the ocean,
Enjoy the mother's milk.
Blue sky without wind,
The wind is pulling the yellow curtains.
It's your countless canals,
Keep this desert away from rain and dew,
It has become a fertile home for aquatic plants.
Mongolian yurts in the distance,
As white as the white clouds that day;
The nearby Populus euphratica forest,
As green as a paddy field on the ground.
The girl by the canal,
A shy face is as rosy as an apple;
That guy in the field,
A strong body is as tall as Populus euphratica.
Oh, don't say the Yellow River is a roaring character.
On this vast Yinchuan plain,
She also has a gentle side,
It embodies the nature of women.
Oh, don't say the Yellow River has a bad temper.
In this fertile Hetao fertile soil,
She also has a generous personality,
Adhering to maternal love.
Ah, in Jiangnan,
Beautiful Hetao plain,
You have a charming oasis, no hazy clouds and rain;
Ah, Jiangnan is blocked,
Rich Hetao plain,
You have no clouds, only a charming oasis!
Qiu Ge Hukou
Qiu Ge Hukou
Draw people's attention
Early autumn morning,
I stood on the shore of the lake mouth,
Looking at a yellow river,
Flowing in the desolate land of Qin Jin.
A swift river,
Wantonly cutting the barren Loess Plateau,
Running all the way,
Smoke rises in the mountains,
It growled and hit the spout,
Raise the dragon's head at the broken wall of the hukou,
Open a flaming beard in the corner of my eye and jump into the air.
Give a fierce roar,
Shocked the Central Plains.
Ah, the Yellow River
Totem of the Chinese nation,
You emerged from the foot of the majestic Kunlun Mountain,
Gathered many rivers,
Flowing through the auspicious soil where ancestors thrived,
Wetted the land by the river beach,
Form a group of yellow-skinned tribes,
Romance is an epic about the rule of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
Ah, the Yellow River
The cradle of the Chinese nation,
You are on the high slope of Wanhe Loess,
Sweep the fine sand,
Flowing through the ancestral homes,
Irrigation of wheat and grass on high slopes,
Gather the black-haired team,
Tear out the story of the prosperity of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.
We bow to you,
You are the source of China's life,
Don't let the enemy spy on you;
We praise you,
You are the cradle of the Chinese nation,
Don't let different kou have any intention to you;
We defend you,
You are our great mother,
Don't let the enemy have any hope for you.
The history of blood and tears of the modern Chinese nation,
It's a movie to defend you.
Mom ~ History of the Yellow River War!
The humiliating history of the modern Chinese nation,
It's a movie to defend you.
Yellow river ~ mother's struggle history!
For the Yellow River mother,
Millions of China warriors fought bloody battles;
For the Yellow River mother,
Tens of millions of people with lofty ideals in China wave upon wave.
The dam can stop the water of the Yellow River,
Huaxia's daughter is willing to cut her chest.
Fill your blood vessels with blood;
This land can sink into the Yellow River basin,
Chinese sons and daughters are willing to donate their remains,
Stand up your spine proudly!
Oh, the Yellow River,
I stand beside you,
Look, the rough waves are pouring down,
It seems that thousands of troops rushed to the enemy's resistance position;
Oh, the Yellow River,
I stand on your shore,
Listen, the deafening tide,
It's like ten thousand horses trampling on the camp occupied by the remnants of the enemy.
Rainbow jumping in the sky under the sun,
Through the towering mountains,
It is also the loyal soul of heroes.
Loyalty condenses into a growing city!
He proudly showed the robbers:
We welcome friends from five continents to visit.
Just don't welcome you-enemy bandits!
This is our beautiful home,
Please go away!
He proudly declared to the powers:
We welcome friends from all over the world to visit.
Just don't accept you-Japanese pirates!
This is our rich land,
Please get out!
Ah, the Yellow River flows eastward.
With the idea of the Chinese nation creating civilization in the new century,
Filled with the vastness of the Central Plains;
Ah, the Yellow River roared away,
Highlight the heroic spirit of the Chinese nation standing in the east of the world,
Welcome to the rising sun in Ran Ran!
Fold the winter soul hanging on the river
Hanging river in winter soul
Draw people's attention
The vast plain in central Henan,
You are the granary of the Central Plains,
It's not that I don't give you holy water,
My blood has been dyed yellow by the loess plateau;
Qilu is vast,
You are the cradle of etiquette,
It's not that I don't give you a full juice,
My milk has been sucked dry by the coastal land.
In central Henan, this used to be a place where elephants haunt.
In ancient times, it used to be a paradise with lush vegetation.
Produce our ancestors;
But our ancestors,
Burning forests for farming,
Take off the green windbreaker,
Show your bare breasts.
Qilu, this used to be the mountain where tigers jumped.
During the Tang and Song Dynasties, it was also a paradise for birds and animals.
Prospered our ancestors;
But our ancestors,
Garrison the border in large numbers,
Stepped on the blue cedar,
Show weak skin.
No more tinkling of sandalwood,
Without green plants,
No more birds singing,
There is no clear river.
There is no torrent of youth in the blood,
There is only one river bed hanging high in the air.
Outside the roofs of people's homes;
There is only one blue vein protruding from the elbow.
Exposed to the wilderness with sparse vegetation.
There are no more shining eyes in your eyes,
Only the tired body drags,
Let a person drain the blood.
A strong wind blew in the north of Shuozhou.
Wrapped in yellow sand,
Covering the aged trunk;
The cold current in Mobei is coming,
Roll up barren soil,
Blinded the turbid eyes.
Long river and sunset,
Frozen thousands of miles,
But I still hold the burning hope in my heart:
I hope the spring breeze will come soon,
Bring a refreshing drizzle,
Moisturize dry seedlings;
I hope the ice will pour down,
Snow and water roll into icebergs,
Irrigate the dry land on both sides of the Taiwan Strait,
Give me back my beautiful and healthy body in the old road of the Yellow River.
Hanging on the river,
The soul in winter is particularly fierce,
But there's still a wave brewing in my chest,
Looking forward to the early arrival of summer rain,
Mud water rolled into mud,
Irrigation of yellow wheat field;
Expect the flood peak to surge and jump,
With her huge arms,
Uncover the river bottom with silted sediments,
Give back my yellow river daughter's shy face!
Ode to the Yellow River is selected from The Yellow River Cantata's second poem Ode to the Yellow River (PLA Literature and Art Publishing House, 2000). The Yellow River Cantata is a large-scale choral music work, written before the incident and composed by Xian Xinghai. The work consists of eight movements, which show the heroism and unyielding will of the sons and daughters of the Yellow River with rich artistic images, magnificent historical scenes and majestic momentum.
Author Guang William. J (19 13~2002), formerly known as Zhang Guangnian, is a modern poet and literary critic. People from Guanghua County, Hubei Province. Party member 1935 graduated from Chinese Department of Zhonghua University in Wuchang. Engaged in anti-Japanese and national salvation literary activities in his early years. Published works 65438 to 0936.
65438-0949 Join the Chinese Writers Association. He is the author of the lyrics Mayflower, Yellow River Cantata, A Group of Poems, Essays on Wind and Rain, Essays on Youth, Selected Plays of Guang Weiran, Diary of Jianghai, Diary of Xiangyang, Chronicle of Renaissance, Poems of Guang Weiran, Poems of Poetry, etc., and his thesis "Socialist Literature in the New Period"