#Haian Headlines ##南通头条 #
I used to wander the wide, clean streets
I also wandered around the crowded platforms
I used to gaze at the foot marks and moss on Cobblestone Street
I also wandered in the drizzle of the River
I clearly feel you
Such as breathing air is everywhere
And it seems that it is impossible to grasp you
Colorless and tasteless cannot describe your presence
I searched for it in five thousand years of history
From a dynasty to an era
I follow the history of the flowers
You blossom everywhere
Crabapple pale dew as frost
Reed flowers bloom on the shore of the green pier
Ancestors dressed in animal skins raised stone axes
The years have condensed into the shape of a pottery axe with a handle
Some went into museums for people to see
Some are copied and hung in the "Haian Iron Army"
The wall of the temporary shed
The pottery spinning wheel rotates with the water's edge windmill
Clever hands weave linen garments
Multicolored splash ink pattern of rivers and seas
Today, it is a beautiful tie-dye of the colorful countryside
The roots of the cocoon silk are woven into time by the golden shuttle silver shuttle
Woven into the streets of Hai'an
The cooking smoke of the country huts is always connected to the sunset
The night meal flowers bloomed The frogs of the seedling field barked
Tables and stools are placed on the dirt field in front of the door to eat and cool off
The fragrance of the flowers was faint but there was a strong bondage
Wanderers who go out are often led home by it to see
The trumpet of the River is long and slow
The old time precipitated into nostalgia and turned soft
The kite even flies high and farther
I can't always fly my mother's call at dusk
Haruka is not snow for dark incense to come
A clump of plums in the corner of the eastern suburbs of the cultural society opened up to the wind
I took off my long shirt and changed my school uniform
Out of the cobblestone street, groups of masters go out into the world
The Xinhua Dictionary is arranged according to the water veins of the Tongyang River
The private Purple Stone Middle School has now changed its provincial Haizhong door number
Old Man Zishi sat smiling and instructing his descendants
Ah, the plum blossom fragrance comes from the bitter cold
Looking at it from a distance, it must be standing tall
Our Magnolia of Hai'an
The trunk is tall and the flowers are huge
Spotlessly white and heart-pounding
Under the tall tree stood tall figures
Fan Zhong drowned under a tree and thought about encircling the sea
Wen Tianxiang looked north under the tree and sighed
Chen Yi and the old man of Zishi had a long conversation under the tree
In the midst of the anti-Japanese flames, an indomitable Hai'an stood up
Hai'an people love the moon flowers
Because she has a name called Yue Yue Hong
The spring breeze that blossoms in front of the "Yingxi First Party Branch"
Flowers bloom in the small courtyard of the "First Suffragette Of Central Jiangsu"
When "Hua Zhi" was founded, she bloomed a bush
She was stained red with blood during the "Joint Resistance" battle
"Seven battles and seven victories in the Soviet Union" She witnessed the rain of bullets and bullets
She is red in line with the battle flag of the "Red Flag Militia Regiment"
She was pinned to the sideburns of the "Million Male Teachers Crossing the River" boat lady
She is decorated in the oil painting "A Million Roosters Descending jiangnan"
On the day of the withdrawal of the county and the establishment of the city, she laughed happily with the people
Civilized cities across the country you can see a touch of volunteer red everywhere
She often turned into a red scarf with a hundred mouths
And often warm the happy dreams of left-behind children
Flowers bloom all the way through every era
Things are people, you are not the spirit does not change
There's always something special about the city
The people here are elegant and heroic
Quiet as a great river, moving like the surging sea
Humble and introverted, but always standing in the front row in every era
Why does this city always have different feelings
Why talking about your past always inspires the future
Today we are calm and full of expectations
Today we want to hear from you
About author:Liu Wanchun, Executive Deputy Director of the Propaganda Department of the Hai'an Municipal Party Committee and Director of the Cyberspace Administration of the Hai'an Municipal Party Committee. The national grassroots theoretical preaching advanced individuals, grew up in Hai'an, deeply loved this land, and created more than 50 poems on the theme of Hai'an in his spare time. "We Hai'an has grown taller", "Singing the Tongyang River", "Strolling through the Fangong Causeway" and so on are widely recited.
Source, posted by Hyan