Author: Pang

In the cornfield,

I am a young general,

Watching red tassels flying everywhere and green swords flying everywhere,

The fruit is hidden under the red tassel and green sword.

Show their teeth,

We can read their language,

There are no old friends in ordinary days,

Only the wind is blowing, blowing the long hair of corn.

In the cornfield,

We will gain the strength to overcome tomorrow,

The corn leaves are still beating me,

Golden corn cob spewed in boiling water,

What a beautiful day,

I thought of what a wonderful Republic.

In the cornfield,

Corn fields fell on the territory of the Republic,

Countless battles and victories,

Will shine on us forever.

2. "I used a broken palm."

Author: Dai Wangshu

I used my injured palm.

Explore this vast land;

This corner has been reduced to ashes,

That corner is just blood and mud;

This lake should be my hometown,

I touched the coolness of seaweed and water;

The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.

The water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through the fingers;

Rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River,

Your new grass is thin and soft. ...

Now there is only Artemisia scoparia;

Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered,

There, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. ...

Invisible palms sweep the infinite mountains and rivers,

Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with darkness,

Only the far corner is still intact,

Warm, clear, firm and vigorous spring.

On it, I stroked it with my broken palm,

Like a lover's soft hair, a baby's milk.

I put all my strength on the palm of my hand and put it on it.

Send love and all hope,

Because there is only the sun, no spring,

Will dispel the haze and bring Su Sheng,

Because it's the only place where we don't live like animals,

Die like an ant ...

There, the eternal China!

3. "I love this land"

Author: Ai Qing

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,

This endless wind,

And the gentle dawn from the forest ...

And then I died,

Even feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often cry?

Because I love this land deeply. ...

5. Motherland, my dear motherland

Author: Shu Ting?

I am an old waterwheel worn by your river,

Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;

I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,

When you grope in the tunnel of history.

I am the withered ear of rice, the disrepair roadbed;

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Stuff it on your shoulder,

-the motherland!

I'm poor,

I am sad.

I am your ancestor.

Painful hope,

It's a flying sleeve.

Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years,

-the motherland!

I am your brand-new ideal,

Just broke free from the spider web of myth;

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;

I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;

I am the newly painted white starting line;

This is crimson dawn.

It is sprayed;

-the motherland!

I'm one billionth of you,

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;

With your scarred breasts,

raise

Lost me, considerate me, boiling me;

And then from my flesh and blood

get

Your richness, your glory, your freedom;

-the motherland,

My dear motherland!

5. Homesickness

Author: Yu Guangzhong

When I was a child,

Homesickness is a small stamp,

I'm at this end,

Mom is over there.

When I grow up,

Homesickness is a narrow ticket,

I'm at this end,

The bride is over there.

Later,

Homesickness is a short grave,

I'm outside,

Mom's inside.

now

Homesickness is a shallow strait,

I'm at this end,

The mainland is over there