Chongqing Jiangjin poetry

Yoshioka, please give me spring.

I want to grow tall buildings in the homesickness of tears

Grow out of binjiang road.

The desire of all the grass

What a nice sunshine, mom.

After a winter, all the cold will melt with the wind.

All deep alleys, together with Banzhu Lane.

Together with the old wall of the Republic of China

They all grow in buildings in spring.

A ballad that mothers will never disappear.

There is so much blood in grandma's laughter.

Stop the pain and stop running.

Jijiang, our waves are getting hotter and hotter.

Who panicked when menstruation came, uncles?

In the distant gunfire of the Republic of China

Tongding mountain spring

Laugh as red as a peach blossom

This is a Sichuan opera theater, full of laughter from the old days.

Or in the wind of modernization?

Jiangjin white wine, rose brand popcorn.

How many rivers are fragrant for thousands of years?

2.

There are still homesick birds in the sweet water.

Through Degan Town, head for the barren slopes and weeds in Wutan.

Several rivers. Your pain is my internal injury.

What kind of hurry should it be to go to the upper reaches of the Yangtze River?

Find and place the spring scenery of the hometown grave

Tear open the flowers, I'm going to cry again.

Actually, Yoshioka, I just want to lose weight in the spring.

Grow wicker of birds.

Submerged the riverbed in running water

Looking forward to more spring.

Unlike me, I say hometown

Speaking of the loess of relatives, it is also bitter.

Increase your weight

Looking up, I still saw the spring scenery in Wutan.

See the strong bridge on the river.

See Rong Zhen Square in Langshan New District.

There are many high-rise buildings, which are fashionable and prosperous.

Look at Baisha Li Cheng, demolition and change.

Day and night, beauty is accompanied by the hope of a new era.

3.

Well, then, Yoshioka, let's stop being sad.

Keep your head down, in your mother's warm milk.

Talk about the voiceless sound of Shimen Buddha.

Talking about the clear fog of Luolai Mountain and the coolness of the surrounding mountains.

Oh, Yoshioka, I still want to talk about it.

The grass on both sides of you has grown tall again in the spring breeze.

Inch by inch, become a mother.

Early calico clothes

Yoshioka, how can you forget your glory!

How can you forget Wu's poems and tombs?

Forget Chen Duxiu and Deng Ruoceng.

The old days spent in Jiangjin

How could you forget, dear Marshal Nie Rongzhen?

The name of Jiangjin, Poland

Live a great life.

Forging the Light of Martial Arts

I want to bow my head again. Jijiang

This time, I am worthy of Langjiacun.

Shame on your own lines!

So much water is shining in the arms of several rivers.

How young am I-

Yoshioka, I am too thin to express your poem.

No line can write to you.

For thousands of years, there has been light!

4.

I can't tell you about going home with my clothes on. Jijiang

The pain in my chest is as red as blood.

In the spring of my hometown, it surges.

Mom, these are my warm tears!

Like the Trident River in Wutan, full of twists and turns.

Run into the oil flow and join several rivers.

It puts my broad homesickness every year.

Drop by drop becomes a river of time.

Sanhe

Parting. Go home. Looking back, yearning

Everything related to the growth of native plants.

It's all in my poems, which has become a kind of spirit.

Become, in one direction

5.

Yoshioka, I have nothing else.

After so many years, there is only pain and only injury.

Only for relatives, endless blessings and memories.

Let me, in your clear reflection

With the meaning of existence

Heguang

You have accepted my mediocrity, mom!

You are already, in my ideal broken middle age.

My place, the warm river bed.

Father, stop describing Yin-Yang Bay.

The collapsed old wall

We only talk about the beauty of Wutan new countryside.

Just say there are tall buildings on both sides of the river.

Like an inch of spring grass.

So sunny, so lush

Yoshioka, embrace green!

A willow tree and a meadow green became Jiangjin.

Every year, hold your warm name.

Crying and calling you:

"Hometown, my hometown-"

"Parents, my parents-"