Poetry recitation in praise of Yan 'an

Don't jump so hard in your heart, the dust doesn't block my eyes, I cling to the loess and stick to my heart. A few times in my dream, I went back to Yan 'an and hugged Baota shan.

Thousands of voices call you, Yan' an mother is coming! Du Fuchuan is singing and laughing in the willows, with red flags fluttering, white sheep belly towels and red belts, and relatives welcome Yanhe. Full of words to detain said not to come out, plunged into the arms of relatives.

2. Ling, the author of Yan 'an Thinking

When I think of Yan 'an, the plateau piled with sunshine instantly squeezes on my chest, and the loess washes me with the warmth between every particle like water. Many hardships in fate remind people of Yan 'an, and the sky after the Qingming Festival will infinitely expand the mountains and rivers blown by the yellow land. The turbulent rolling forward is the place to arrive and the place to start forever.

The light rooted in my heart and blooming in Shandandan is on. When I think of Yan 'an, my tears will quickly return to turbidity, no matter the hardships when I come or the expectation of starting again. You are all to me, the last complete blood deposit, the beam in the depths of my soul, forever.

When I think of Yan 'an, my dream will continue. Wandering feelings will stop and walk behind you. Crushed the darkness of last night, I believe step by step that the dust blown away by the wind is endless blue.

3. Go to Yan 'an

Lyrics: Chen Xiaotao composed by Gan Lin.

Singing: Chen Haitao

Grandpa, he has been to Yan 'an, and the Long March has covered 25,000 Li.

Carrying a rifle, eating millet, and burning a fire with kerosene lamps.

Going to Yan' an, going to Yan' an, the old seven heads opened up a new world;

Go to Yan' an, go to Yan' an, and spin the morning light in the east.

Dad, he went to Yan' an to find the true meaning of life in those years;

By the ditch, people came to rest in the ravine, and sweat penetrated the yellow land under their feet.

Go to Yan' an, go to Yan' an, build high thousands of feet and take root in the soil;

Go to Yan' an, go to Yan' an, be afraid of the wind and rain.

Today, I also went to Yan 'an to pursue that unforgettable past.

A string of footprints and monuments, one after another, drunk the mountains and rivers.

Going to Yan' an, going to Yan' an, the earth hole warms the pace of progress;

Go to Yan 'an, go to Yan 'an, Yan 'an spirit illuminates the world. ...