Yan'an, the most beautiful word in the world（with an additional poem）
Yan'an, the most beautiful word in the world
The root is deeply in northern Shaanxi
Highlighting the rhetoric and cultivation of the Loess Plateau
Don't forget, there was also a poet
From snowy mountains, grasslands, and Lazikou
In Yangjialing, Zaoyuan
He left wild cursive handwriting for Chinese calligraphy
Leading the younger generations
To create the right path
To the north, Yan'an
Yan'an, in the north
This miraculous ancient city
It closes to the sun
Again and again, over and over
It starts from the Chinese dictionary
And keeps on going under the Baota Mountain
It revises and supplements on both sides of the Yanhe River
Even invites the sun, the moon and stars to discuss
The origin and constitution of the word
And its birthplace and name
And the connection with the heaven, the earth, and the people
Reflecting the context and poetry of northern Shaanxi in mother tongue
Starting from Xi'an, to the north
I always read the past and present of the word
In other words, it's called love
Approaching the roots
Listening to the dialogue between millet and jujube in Northern Shaanxi
And watching the whispers of Yanhe water weed and well-nourished fish
A pile of secrets slips from the wind
Traveling through space
I am near the root of words
I advocate the practice of Chinese characters
Yan'an, the most beautiful word in the world
Is flying in the rhythm of The East Is Red
There is only one direction in my life
There is only one direction in my life, Yan'an
Growing in the blood, praying in the soul
The yeak was not abandoned
Dark days left sadness
Confusion, blood and lostness
Even grassland, snow mountains and knives
Only the fire left by the faith
And the fine lakes and mountains left by millet and pumpkin
Stubbornly chased birds'songs, butterflies and
The clear Yanhe River
And communicated with the divine Baota Mountain
Since then, Yan'an between the gap of Chinese characters and native language
Has been highlighting a light that became a word
It is growing up and down in the big river and inside or outside the Great Wall
It spreads into the root of the word, entangling, contending
Rushing to the place where the sun is breeding
Then jointing, flowering, fruiting
Only one direction: Yan'an
Yan'an, is the only direction
Like the Shandandan of Jinggangshan rising
With the jujube flower of northern Shaanxi
Only the retained, such as a bird
Just for flying, it grows wings
Another example is that
The vessel is holding the flow for the river
There is only one direction in my life, Yan'an
What was sent away is the distance
What was left is hometown
Gao Xuwang: Male, from Sanmenxia City, Henan Province. Member of the Chinese Writers Association. President and chief editor of Dahe Poetry.