What poems in ancient history describe the poet's love and loyalty to the motherland? Great gods, help!

Wang Dongting sits alone in Jingting Mountain, remembering Yuxi, Li Bai, Bai Juyi, the lake, the lights, the autumn moon, the birds flying high, the south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old and familiar. There is no wind on the pool surface, and the mirror is not polished. Lonely clouds go to leisure alone. At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire. Looking at Dongting Lake in the distance, you can never get tired of seeing it. This river is as green as blue in spring. Green snail in a silver plate. Only Jingting Mountain. Can you not remember Jiangnan? Looking at Lushan Waterfall and Wangbailiu Yuxi Empty Mountain in Wuyi Lane of Tianmen Mountain, there seems to be no one. The incense burner in Rizhao is purple, the Tianmen is broken and the Chu River is open, and there are weeds beside Suzaku Bridge. However, I think I hear a voice. Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of Sichuan. Clear water flows eastward behind this. The sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. There, the sun was shining, I entered a small forest and flew straight down to thousands of feet. The green hills on both sides of the strait were opposite, and Lao Wang's inclined pond, Yan Qian, shone back at me from the moss. It's been nine days since I suspected that the Milky Way had set. Lonely sails come from the sun. Fly into the homes of ordinary people. Drinking Chu Qing on the lake, Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate. Du Fu's "Looking at Yue", the grandeur of Mount Tai! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ... trying to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. Climbing Yueyang Tower, I've heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I finally climb this building. The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water. There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat. The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing. Qinyuan Spring Snow Northland scenery, thousands of miles of ice, Wan Li snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum. The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height. When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight! This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees. Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish. Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows. These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.