What are the main poems expressing patriotic thoughts in modern times?

Man Jianghong (Yue Fei)

Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy. Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will the courtiers regret it? Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is neglected. Hungry, hungry, eating pork, laughing, thirsty for Hun blood. Leave it at the beginning and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque

homesickness

Yu Guangzhong

In childhood

Homesickness is a small stamp.

I'm at this end

Mom is over there.

When I grow up

Homesickness is a narrow ticket.

I'm at this end

The bride is over there.

We'll talk about it later.

Homesickness is a low grave.

I am outside

Mom's inside.

But now

Homesickness is a bay/shallow strait.

I'm at this end

The mainland is over there

Song of Prison (Ye Ting)

The doors that people come in and out are locked,

The hole the dog climbed was open,

A voice shouted: climb out and set you free!

I long for freedom, but I also know-

How can a person's body crawl out of a dog hole!

I can only look forward to that day,

The underground fire is burning,

Burn this living coffin with me,

I deserve to live forever in fire and blood!

Shu Ting: Motherland, my dear motherland.

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.

I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.

When you grope in the tunnel of history.

I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Pull it into your shoulder

-the motherland!

I am very poor.

I am sad

I am your ancestor.

Painful hope.

It's a flying sleeve.

Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years

-Motherland

I am your brand-new ideal.

Just broke free from the mythical spider web.

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.

I am your tearful smile.

I am the newly painted white starting line.

This is crimson dawn.

Spraying

-Motherland

I am one billionth of you.

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.

With your scarred breasts,

raise

Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.

And then from my flesh and blood

get

Your richness, your glory, your freedom.

-Motherland

my dear motherland

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Teach me how to miss her.

Liu Bannong

There are several clouds floating in the sky.

There is a breeze blowing on the ground.

Ah!

The breeze blows my hair,

Teach me how to miss her.

Moonlight loves the ocean,

The ocean fell in love with the moonlight.

Ah!

Such a honey-like silver night,

Teach me how to miss her.

The falling flowers on the water flow slowly,

Fish swim slowly downstream.

Ah!

Swallow, what did you say?

Teach me how to miss her.

Dead trees shake in the cold wind,

Wildfire burns in the twilight.

Ah!

There is still some afterglow in the west,

Teach me how to miss her.

Written in the 1920s, Britain and Liu Bannong miss their motherland.

Later, it was sung by Zhao Yuanren, a master of Chinese studies.