Poems and songs about the Yangtze River and the Yellow River giving birth to dragons ?

Song of the Yangtze River. You come from the snow-capped mountains, and the spring tide is your style.

You run towards the East China Sea, and the waves are your spirit.

Thou hast nursed the children of every tribe with thy sweet milk.

With your strong arms, you hold up the mountains and the sea.

We praise the Yangtze River, you have an infinite source.

We are attached to the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother.

You have come from time immemorial, and the great waves have washed away the dust.

You run to the future, and the sound of the waves echoes in the sky.

Thou hast irrigated the land of flowers with a pure stream.

You use majestic power to push a new era.

We praise the Yangtze River, you are the source of infinity.

We are attached to the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother.

Ah, the Yangtze River, the Yangtze River.

Linjiang Immortal. The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman Jiangzhu, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

Ode to the Yellow River I stood on the top of the high mountain, looking at the Yellow River rolling and running to the southeast.

The golden waves are surging, setting off a thousand waves;

The turbidity current is like turning, forming a nine-song chain;

From the bottom of Kunlun Mountain, run to the edge of the Yellow Sea;

Put the Central Plains to the earth.

Split into north and south sides.

Water tune song head] swim to drink Changsha water, and eat Wuchang fish.

Thousands of miles of the Yangtze River crossed, and the eyes of Chu Tianshu were extremely eye-catching.

No matter the wind and waves, it is better than a leisurely stroll, and today you have to be free.

The son said on the river:

The deceased is like a husband!

The wind is moving, the turtle and snake are quiet, and the ambition is ambitious. A bridge flies north and south, and the moat becomes a thoroughfare.

The stone wall of the Xijiang River is erected, the clouds and rain of Wushan are cut off, and the high gorge is out of the Ping Lake.

The goddess should be unharmed, and the world should be shocked.

Poetry The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains; At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea.

Nine curves of the Yellow River are thousands of miles of sand, and the waves are blowing from the end of the world.

Now go straight to the Milky Way and go to the home of the morning glory weaver girl.

Poetry of the Yellow River. Climb the water gate tower, see the deceased friend Zhang Zhen period inscribed the Yellow River poem, because of the feeling of interest] Cui Shu My friend is in the southeast and southeast, and I used to hear that I climbed this building. People pass away with the river, and the book stays in the wall.

Yan Zi is really hidden, and Xie Gong travels far away. The breeze is the first to sing, and the worries are restored.

The time and words are ancient, and the traces will be secluded. It has been lonely and hopeful, and it is empty to see the Yellow River.

The year of exile is coming late, and the sad things are already autumn. The sky is high and you can't ask, hide your weeping and go to the boat.

Crossing the Yellow River Poem" The river is fast and turbid.

The soup soup is not allowed.

It's hard to set an example.

Songzhou won by itself.

Empty courtyard and old wood.

The remnants of the wilderness.

No human deeds.

But see the fox rabbit Xing.

Message to the river elders.

The Yellow River is not yet light.

Ah, friends! The Yellow River, with its heroic spirit, appeared in the wilderness of Asia;

It shows the spirit of our nation:

Great and strong!

Here, we sing our hymn to the Yellow River.

I stood on the top of a high mountain, watching the Yellow River roll and rush to the southeast.

The turbulent waves set off a turbulent tide;

The turbidity current is like turning, forming a nine-song chain;

From the bottom of Kunlun Mountain.

Run to the edge of the Yellow Sea and put the land of the Central Plains.

Split into north and south sides.

Yes! Yellow River! You are the cradle of the Chinese nation!

The 5,000-year-old culture originated from you;

How many heroic stories to play around you!

Yes! Yellow River! You are great and strong, like a giant.

Emerge above the plains of Asia and use your heroic physique.

Build a barrier for our nation.

Yes! Yellow River! You poured out all the might, mighty, to the north and south.

Stretch out thousands of iron arms.

The great spirit of our nation will be nurtured by you.

Carry forward and grow! The heroic sons and daughters of our motherland will learn from your example and be as great and strong as you!

Great and strong like you!

The Yangtze River sings to you flowing in the east of the earth, bringing together the power of world unity, you comfort the children of the world with your mother's feelings, and you accommodate the wind and rain to give birth to heroism.

There is only one hometown in the vast universe, and the ancient homeland is full of green hope, and we hold hands together to open up a common future, and the true love will eventually flow to all corners of the world.

The Yangtze River, the Yangtze River, the Yangtze River, the Yangtze River, the Yangtze

You are the force that unites and brings together the hope of peace.

The water of the Yangtze River came up from the sky, rushed to the sea and did not return--- Li Bai.

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, you live at the end of the Yangtze River, I don't see you every day, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love.

Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without a word. --Liu yong.

The upper gorge of the Bajiang River is repeated, and the balcony is steep and twelve peaks.

Baidi Gao is the town of the Three Gorges, and Qutang is close to passing a hundred prison passes.

The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back. Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling. He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass.

You came from the snowy mountains.

The spring tide is your abundance.

You run toward the East Sea.

The storm is your spirit.

You use sweet milk.

Feed the children of all ethnic groups.

You use toned arms.

Hold up the mountains and the sea.

We praise the Yangtze River.

You are an infinite source.

We are attached to the Yangtze River.

You have the feelings of a mother.

You have come from time immemorial.

The waves swept away the dust.

You run to the future.

The sound of the waves echoed in the sky.

Thou art with a clear stream of purity.

Irrigated flowers of the land.

You use majestic power.

Driving a new era.

We praise the Yangtze River.

You are an infinite source.

We are attached to the Yangtze River.

You have the feelings of a mother.

Forever raging.

Heaven and earth rise and fall in your breast.

Forever majestic.

It's as if the dragon is roaring.

Forever excited.

Who can guess your mind.

Forever silently silent.

Forever rolling.

The giant wheel that pulls history.

Pulling the eternity of time.

Forever, forever, forever.

In the boundless universe.

In the hearts of millions of children. Yellow! River!

Long! River! I! Love!

You! Guys! Self-made.