Author/Wang Zhongmin? Modern? Modern Times

I am used to watching birds fly and feel happy.

When happiness or happiness comes to the bank of my body and soul.

I'm used to saying that kind of praise in the rise.

Walking through the old river road of the years.

I saw rough clothes bending over to fetch water in the morning light.

He bears the ebb and flow of the years and also conveys

The bridge is flowing with smoke, and there is no intention of overflowing joy.

Persistent and warm. Like the root of everything.

Complex and lush. Simple and beautiful turns again and again

On a sunny day, I witnessed a new sunrise.

The mountains are running, and countless village communities.

Crowned by Xia Guang, affirmed by sunrise.

Meet at a place called Seoul, South He Lin.

Write that there is golden light jumping under the tower.

Full of information, excitement, thinking and longing of the new era.

It comes from the beautiful hearts of all workers.

At the moment when the spring breeze blows, the tides in China rise and fall.

Keep moving. This is a huge interpretation.

Created forever, but also created a moment.

Write passionate poems on the vast land of Bagui.

Write down blue sky and white clouds, forests and rivers.

Write down the secret of flowers and tranquility.

On both sides of Liujiang River where bauhinia blooms, Bailiandong culture has a long history.

The steel industry is gradually surging in the music.

Gold and silver grain, happiness grows rapidly.

My poem, my love, is as simple as that.

Praised by people who experience happiness in the new era.

A man stretched out his palm to the rising sun.

Make a gesture of raising.

I know he is an electric worker.

He wants to try new sunshine.

Is it from the network that he and his colleagues have just transformed?

At the beginning of the new year, they heard a phone call.

Transform low-voltage lines within one year.

Let the most remote corners shine brightly.

Let powerful electricity be like a river.

Inject into the land of Bagui. The idea of innovation-driven development

Let the new words of an era emerge one after another, such as

High-tech development zones, eco-industrial parks, and 100 billion industrial bases.

Rejuvenate and grow new green branches and leaves.

In Zhuangxiang, I saw a peasant woman preparing to cook in the morning.

Pick fresh vegetables from the garden.

The crystal dew brought sunshine.

Newly moved red brick house. In the neighboring village,

Those dilapidated adobe houses have been torn down by half.

Policy review and reform under the rising sun. live and work in peace and contentment

It has been re-measured and measured in countless poor villages.

I saw an old man fumbling for old photos in his new house.

Looking at the contrast and sighing.

And children about to go to school.

Don't hesitate to step out of the threshold of the new house.

Touched and hugged by a ray of fresh sunshine

Oh, he and his schoolbag

More like a red brick that just came out of the kiln.

Happily build by laying bricks or stones into the school morning light.

I once met A Liang, a native painter in Guangxi.

Pushing a huge photo frame with a universal wheel

Came to the commanding heights of Huangyao ancient town.

He aimed at the tall red five-star with a brush.

Record the towering buildings in the former site of Guangxi Provincial Working Committee

Re-take the long March road and stay for a month to create.

Let him constantly examine yesterday and today.

I know that his artistic inspiration has the same effect.

Yes, when I saw a young man coming home.

Don't wander after the Spring Festival.

He glanced at his hometown with amazing familiarity.

Name a policy text of poverty alleviation and relocation in different places.

And poetic sonorous language.

"I was led by a drop of dew and returned to my dream hometown."

His words, like a single spark, set off a prairie fire for my eyes and lines.

Give Hakka folk songs a voice, cuckoo.

In the light of legend, you can't fly out of staggered springs.

Listen to the footsteps of years by the Lijiang River.

The high-speed rail leads to the sea, and the Lingqu still feeds the people here.

I can't help recalling those distant days.

Just like a harvest field, you can always see some.

Full and shiny ears of grain fluttered in the wind.

Chinese dream, mass line, core values …

These big and powerful words

Spread like a trade wind in Bagui.

Embodies the color of Socialism with Chinese characteristics.

The construction of a well-off society kicked off, and the revitalization and development were forceful.

We witnessed the sail of dreams together.

All bright days are due to the fresh sunshine.

Running in the land of Bagui, fragrance all the way

Pay tribute to every tall building and smile at every village.

The new couplets on the lintel sparkled.

The festive songs and dances under the camphor tree are cheerful and graceful.

The surging green waves in the fields over there indicate abundance.

The flat countryside by the river breeds hope.

The green lotus pond and dream gallery there.

Let me show you, they are full of weather.

Like a farmer on a well-off road.

Uncover simple new clothes in the sun

This is like a prelude to the rural revitalization of tourism development.

The red sun rises, sunshine avenue.

These lights are scattered and gathered.

Passed and shared by Qingshan. In Beibu Gulf

Laughter piled up in the sun, a warm and vast gold coast.

An era full of passion and ideals.

Has been full of rising power. Maritime?Silk?Road

Take the same steps in the name of development

The "Belt and Road" has opened a new journey of reform and opening up.

I understand their rhythm, the accumulation and generation of strength.

Will stick to the faith and climb up along the spirit.

City, install the engine of the new era.

The speed of its revitalization and development is the speed of spring.

Its spring is an accelerating spring.

Let passion nourish the vicissitudes of the earth

Let the rising bell lead the magnificent journey

It is the engine of passion, driving all kinds of colors.

Promote a dynamic era

In this rich and magnificent land of Bagui

The murals on Huashan Cliff have gone through two thousand years of historical time and space.

Withstand the erosion of wind and rain and the shaking of lightning

On the day when birds are contending and kapok is in full bloom.

Selected as a world cultural heritage and became a cultural business card of Guangxi.

In the process of continuously inheriting the essence of national culture

We touched the rhythmic body temperature of Folk Lake.

Homesickness that can't be moved, don't change the initial watch.

At the moment, it is moored in the bright moonlight.

Quiet and peaceful, far away and vast.

Under the Longji terraced fields, a beautiful picture of Yao Hong is depicted.

On the bank of Beilun River, conceive a prosperous pattern of border trade.

The waves of the Xijiang River stirred the grandeur of Guangxi and Guangdong.

South of the Tropic of Cancer, expressing the lofty sentiments of rising.

One end of Love Song in Yaozhai is decorated with stars and the moon.

Dong Jia's totem is linked with his long-cherished wish to get rich.

Eight tones, suona, bronze drums and festive images.

These words are closely related to us.

Like gold hidden under the skin of soybeans and corn.

The flame stored in sorghum

Happiness is hard to say.

I saw my old mother walk through everything.

Work and wisdom are as rich as smoke.

The ears of grain are full of fruits, and her face is more familiar than late autumn.

On the leaves in the morning, I saw a drop of pure dew.

A quality more indescribable than value.

Starting from traditional sentences, it is repeatedly recited by poetry.

Let's get deeper and deeper, and let's never forget.

In spring, I jumped on the high-speed train.

The scenery outside the window is flying: the forest is swaying and the flowers and trees are in full bloom.

Rivers walk on the ground and flowers move beautifully.

Hundreds of birds fly in the sky and white clouds take off.

Mother stood in her heart throughout her life.

A beautiful scroll, a land of great love, and bold brushwork.

The clarion call that shakes development, and the passion that generate catches up with.

Dreams and longings spread in the golden sunshine.

In the heavy ears of wheat, jointing day by day.

Good things run through everything.

Singing and dreaming reveals fragrance, blooming fragrance and grandeur.

Eight laurels of Damei, in the sweat of innovation and development

Harvest joy and happiness, harmonious and unrestrained passion

Clap your hands and sing among the wild mountains and clear waters.

After 60 years of hard work

After 60 years of change.

Love between mountains and rivers and brotherhood are eternal themes.

Every day is the highlight of life.

Green mountains and green waters sing the sea and inject the power of cultural self-confidence.

The rough waves are strength and beautiful dance.

Qian Shan is surrounded by magnificent scenery.

Passion in tears, stability after passion

The happiness index is accelerating and rising.

With the boiling flame, the generation shows strong tension.

The horn of the times has sounded.

I know bigger celebrations are still far away.

Play against the rising sun

A magnificent feast of the times, a grand celebration

Now, I want to invite more poems.

To praise, to chant. Let this poem go too far.

More autumn carries joy and hope.

Carrying eulogy, love and singing

Invite the bright moon for five thousand years. Bright, shiny; Shine, shine

This vast sky, boiling hot land

Like many people, I will pick up a pen and paper.

Praise in the Rise of 60 Years

Become a forever sketch artist.

2. Memories of Guangxi

Author: humble opinion? Modern Times

In the beautiful scenery of Guangxi

Pick a leaf you don't know

Gently sandwiched in the book.

I know my feelings are still there.

Years of peaceful relations

This is another ripple.

A leaf floated into my heart.

I found that my heart was never quiet.

As far away as a bell.

Frame by frame memory

Close your eyes and hold your breath.

Feel your gentle call again

I am in Guangxi, and I write a poem for my motherland.

Author: Rose Rain? Modern Times

I am in Guangxi, and I write a poem for my motherland.

Everyone praises the Yangtze River and Yellow River, and the Great Wall of Wan Li has been handed down from generation to generation.

Chung Ling Yuxiu gathers talents, leads the trend and casts Kyushu.

The lion of the East roared, and the four seas shook three times.

The eight-year anti-Japanese war won a great victory, which cleared the smog and showed the blue sky.

The spring thunder of reform and opening up has brought a new chapter to China.

Theory of Three Represents painted a blueprint, the country is rich and the people are safe, and the weather is myriad.

Scientific development promotes harmony, and the country is prosperous and the people are happy.

Hit the flies in the tiger net with a stick to deter the alarm bells from ringing in all directions.

Fighting corruption and promoting honesty, taking the normal state, clearing skin and regulating muscles, and treating viscera.

Political style, social style and folk customs, prosperity of home country and nation.

When the land of Bagui meets the rain, the Belt and Road Initiative is the pioneer.

Love you, always open your heart and do your best for China!

4. Beauty in Guangxi

Author: Sun Jing None? Modern Times

Guilin has beautiful scenery,

Floating in the wind on Baishui beach,

My home is in Guangxi,

Warm sunshine and thick soil.

A long sand bank in Yintan,

It's raining in Qingxiu Mountain.

Please come to this Guangxi,

A mild season will bring good luck.

Ah, Guangxi, Guangxi,

Your honest heart is exposed,

Work hard and have the courage to overcome difficulties.

Actively strive for progress.

Ah, Guangxi, Guangxi,

You lead technology out of backwardness and isolation,

Diligence, thrift and progress,

Run forward with the sound.

5. Fifty Spring and Autumn Songs?

Author: Agriculture (Zhuang) Modern

Fifty times in spring, Qiu Guang,

The annual rings are fifty rings;

Fifty years of exploration

50 years rain or shine ...

For a long time,

Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region,

Children of the great motherland!

Born in the era of hot air and red rain,

From crying to landing,

For the baby in the cradle,

To the innocence of toddlers,

Intensive cultivation of young people,

So far, it is beyond doubt.

Half a century of ups and downs,

Half a century's footprint,

Changes in the new era,

A leap in the new era,

The glory of the new era,

A rare opportunity in the new era!

Compared with the past,

Bagui children,

In the ancient hot land,

Pave the way forward,

Called iron cage steel horse Mercedes-Benz,

Let the breeze accompany the sunshine,

Let silence come to life,

Break the poverty of young and old.

Long-term closure,

Welcome the spring breeze of reform,

Change the past.

The ancient Hongshui River is full of youth.

To meet the wave of reform,

Pentium, enthusiasm,

Ten-stage power station, ten constellations,

Give light and heat to.

Wake up the earth ...

Left river, right river,

Roll it up with both hands,

Play the songs of Qigong and Gomba Army,

Integrate into the trend of the times,

Play a brand-new melody of Zhuangxiang earth!