The stars are still shining on your Pamirs.
When your northland is still a world wrapped in silver!
Your southern Xinjiang is full of spring scenery.
I love you, China!
I like your dance music in Dunhuang,
Light makeup and heavy makeup of West Lake in Hangzhou,
The beauty of Guilin's landscape,
The mysterious sea of clouds in Huangshan Mountain.
I love you, China!
I like the towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world.
The moonlight in front of Dai bamboo building is like water.
Grapes in Turpan, melons in Hami,
Sheep on Hulunbeier grassland are like white clouds fluttering in the blue sky.
I love you, China!
I like the enthusiasm of you young people,
The depth of middle-aged people is not confused,
The innocent smiling faces of children,
Sunset disco danced by the elderly.
I love you, China!
I love the ancient songs played by your bells in the Warring States period.
I like the new song you sang at your peak.
I like the cascading halls in the Forbidden City at dusk.
I like the bright lights on your modern buildings at night.
I love you, China!
I love you. Mushroom clouds in the sky drove away the loneliness in the wilderness.
I like radio waves from the Great Wall of Antarctica.
I like your pleasure in driving away the plague,
I like your zero breakthrough in Olympic history.
I love you, China!
Several degrees of wind and rain, several degrees of clutch,
Kind of relaxed, kind of spectacular,
I love your struggle and creation.
Several times of efforts, several times of gains,
Several times barren, several times vigorous,
I love your blood and sweat.
How much joy, how much dryness,
How much you lost, how much you won,
I like your tenacious and persistent personality.
I like your broad mind,
I love your great spirit,
I love your endless pulse from generation to generation.
I love you, China!
You flew out of Nirvana, golden phoenix.
You are the dragon dancing on the land of Shenzhou.
You are the lion awakened in the East,
You are a great nation and country, and we have just experienced 54 years of ups and downs.
I love you, China!
You've been through a lot,
You suffered humiliation and torture.
You are ignorant and incompetent,
You have shortcomings and weaknesses.
Yes,
We should not be proud,
But we won't underestimate ourselves.
We think, we are anxious,
We work hard, we explore,
We work hard, we explore,
We trudge, we struggle!
We want to make your ancient land glow with more dazzling youthful brilliance.
We hope to make you leaders of prosperity, civilization and democracy in all countries of the world.
We are proud of you.
We are proud of you.
We love you, China.
2. Praise China's poems about my motherland.
My motherland has towering mountains,
The majestic mountain peaks overlook the storms of history.
Twilight is boundless, and the wind and cloud pass by.
The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.
My motherland, the river is rushing,
The mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history,
Go ahead and wash away the pollution for a hundred years.
The stormy waves hit the canyon, and there were many ups and downs of fate.
My motherland is vast and rich in resources.
Beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture.
The desert receives the sunset, and the bright moon is drunk with lotus flowers.
How many splendid civilizations are still shining on the vast land.
My motherland, the people are hardworking,
Fifty-six ethnic groups sympathize with each other,
Wonderful oriental charm, romantic humanistic customs,
How many beautiful and moving legends have been passed down through the ages.
This is my motherland,
This is my beloved motherland.
I like your long and splendid history,
I like the flowers on every inch of your land,
I love your magnificent rivers and mountains,
I like the perseverance of your people.
My motherland,
My beloved motherland.
You are the rooster that sings loudly-awakening the silence of the dawn,
You are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era.
You are a lion, dancing the glory of China.
You are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.
You have a sacred name,
That's China!
I love my motherland deeply,
The beating heart has been beating for 5 thousand years,
I love my motherland deeply,
Surging blood rushed to the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,
I love my motherland deeply,
Yellow skin is printed with the color left by ancestors,
I love my motherland deeply,
Black Nest's eyes smiled humbly,
I love my motherland deeply,
Strong personality, tall and straight,
I love my motherland deeply,
The vast sea border is full of all my sustenance.
My motherland, lovely China,
You made a glorious history,
You raised a great country.
I'm proud of your age,
The wind of a thousand years can't break your tall and straight back,
I'm proud of your strength,
Resist internal troubles and foreign invasion, and go through the years.
I'm proud of your light,
The Chinese nation firmly grasps its own destiny,
I'm proud of your spirit,
Reform and opening up are bold and grand.
Lovely motherland,
Wherever I go,
I hold your arm of strength,
No matter where I live,
You have warmed my heart.
Lovely motherland,
You are the helmsman of the new century,
You use speed, you use strength,
Create miracles that shock the world.
You work hard and use your wisdom,
It has been successfully developed again and again!
China, what a sacred name!
Motherland, motherland,
You are always full of hope,
Motherland, motherland,
You are always full of vigor and vitality!
My motherland won the prize in my competition! ! I hope it works for you!
3. A Collection of China's Poems.
Walking leisurely in the night pavilion, at first sight of Qingming, gradually feeling the injury of spring dusk; The rain stopped and the wind stopped, and the hazy moonlight clouds came and went. When peaches and plums are dark in spring, who whispers in swings and laughter? There are thousands of hearts in Qian Qian, and there is no place in the world.
Langtaosha
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Can can't stand the cold. I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, but I am greedy in the morning. I can't stand alone! Infinite mountains and rivers are easier to see when you are away. The flowing water is gone in spring, and the world is a piece.
Meet Huan
Peach blossoms wither in spring, which is too hasty, but the cold rain comes early and the wind comes late. When will it be heavy? Natural people hate water when they grow up!
Meet Huan
There is nothing to say when going to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the deep courtyard in autumn. Constant cutting and confusion are the sadness of parting, especially the general taste in my heart.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the country could not bear to look back at the bright moon. The jade fence should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it. How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Midnight song
How can we avoid sadness and hatred in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny. The past is empty, still like a dream.
Endless desire
One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Bow their heads to bloom, bow their heads to flowers and fall, and insert wild geese to fly high. It is not over yet, and it is a romantic leisure.
Black night cry
It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing. The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
Sword and song
Over the past 40 years, my motherland has been covered with mountains and rivers for three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi. I've known him several times. Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time. The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and the teaching workshop is still playing a farewell song. Tears for Gong E.
Langtaosha
The past is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange the scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind. The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms. I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai!
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Since leaving, spring has passed halfway, and the scenery in my eyes has swept to a broken heart. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full. Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Huanxisha
I want to find the past and grieve people, but God's will is contrary to my body. The moon pool is empty and the pavilions are shaded by flowers, so you will not hesitate to take more clothes when you board the ship.
Xie xinen
After Airbus left, the painting hall was half covered with beads, and the air in the forest was tired at night. The crescent moon in the small building looks back from the fiber. In Chunguang Town, people go to the empty building and people go to the old building. Why hate the poor? The golden window is sleepy and careless. A strong flute woke up graceful.
Wang's twelfth brother
The east wind blows water every day, and spring is long and idle. Lovelorn, drunk, drunk in my dream. Her voice is silent and she doesn't make up at night. Who should make the whole thing beautiful? I miss Zhu Yan and live alone at dusk.
Santailing
Can't sleep, tired, get dressed and go out. The autumn moon is cold and bamboo is cold, and the night wind cuts the window.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
The wind returns to the yard, and the spring scenery continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow.
4. Write an excerpt from China's poem "Mourning", a long poem in Cambridge.
The fire on the chest of the earth
homeland
Who uses death to express love for you?
-Mention
six
The place where China culture arrived.
The territory of China
Yellow River Basin
What is your ancient will?
What is your will to seek truth?
Seven-male system
Dragon Boat Festival Dragon Boat Festival
Who threw salt into the sea?
Our Lunar New Year.
the 5th day of the fifth lunar month
Poet in memory of Chu State
Mourn qu yuan
Qu Yuan who jumped into Guluo River.
The Cultural Tradition of Witch and Chu in Chu State
Join the north.
This is the medium.
Qu yuan's Chu ci
Become China culture.
Barbarians in the Spring and Autumn Period
Chu annexed forty-five small countries.
Concentrate on attacking China
After Chu was destined to be strong,
Be annexed by Qin
Weak Qin in the west
A tiger is about to leap.
on the increase
Defeat Kim and destroy the 12 th Army.
Expand thousands of miles and Chu and Qi, Yan and Han and Zhao and Wei.
Become the strongest of the seven heroes in the Warring States period.
Eliminate the unity of the six males
middle
country
Mourning poet
We commemorate you.
It is also to commemorate Qin who annexed your country.
The territory of China
The place covered by China culture.
Who threw salt into the sea?
Yellow River and Yangtze River basins
The will of ancient forces
The will to seek truth
Where can I find your pure land?
……
5. There is a poem about Chinese mainland and Taiwan Province Province. Help me find it. Mom, big brother is back! Author: Niu When you stepped out of the cabin, I recognized your father's stalwart body and mother's wise eyebrows in you. Only messy white hair makes people feel infinite. Go up to him and say, big brother, you're back, and your throat seems to be blocked by something. I think, in order to overthrow the monarchy, you took my hand and said goodbye to my mother under the big tree at the entrance to the village. I won, and you asked me to write to tell my mother that loyalty and filial piety can't be satisfactory. "The revolution has not yet succeeded. Comrades still need to work hard. " The gunfire of September 18th aroused the blood of your brother's men. You have a big knife in wyndell dichinson's hand. You and I shared a mouthful of dry food in the green tent. You and I wiped our guns together in the Battle of Shanghai and Shanghai. Wuhan defended the battlefield behind enemy lines. On the Taihang Mountain, you and I encouraged each other to return to our hometown and let the invaders shed blood and sacrifice to defend the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the political differences in China. Different political views have made you and I know each other for 50 years, and the hostility between relatives and enemies for almost 50 years has made my mother very angry. My mother once called me big brother when she was dying, saying that you couldn't see your big brother. However, my mother finally stood by and looked at the East helplessly. Today, 50 years later, you finally came back and crossed the strait. All the way over the mountains, the dust can't hide your eagerness. You and I bowed our heads and said nothing. When we left our hometown, we came to the big tree where our mother said goodbye to us. I hold our genealogy in my hand, and you hold high incense in your hand to worship our ancestors. We came to mother's grave together. I called mom, big brother, and you cried when he came back. My son has come to see you. Two people who never know how to bend their knees on the battlefield. Two men, who have been at loggerheads for 50 years, fell on their knees like mountains in front of their mother's grave, letting tears flow and the sun set. The moon rises in the treetops. I shouted at the Yellow River, big brother. He's back. Tears of relief gushed from the Yellow River. I shouted at the Yangtze River. Brother, he's back. The crash of the Three Gorges Dam is like a welcome salute. I shouted at the Great Wall. Brother, he's back. The azaleas that just bloomed inside and outside the Great Wall are red, as if they were specially paved for you. I shouted at Kunlun. Brother, he's back. Kunlun's response seems to be that the elders of his hometown are crowded around the door of our old house to help the old and bring the young, mumbling back and back. When I came back, I thought I heard mom's voice. Once again, she told us that a chopstick is easy to break and a chopstick will never bend. She also told us that "no one can live without this family" and "Jiangshan country needs two shoulders of you two brothers to share".
The villagers gathered in front of our old house and watched the stalwart bodies of our two brothers meet again. They can't help clapping their hands. This applause represents the mother's wish. This applause represents the voice of the villagers. People rushed to tell each other that his big boy was back, his uncle was back, and his uncle was back. The sound of "back" makes people feel hot, and the sound of "back" makes people can't help it. Tears streaming down her face again, big brother, big brother, you should have come back long ago. We should let bygones be bygones. I know that although you are rich, my life is booming, but it is always the jackal outside the door who does not compete with the stork for benefits. If you really want to hold your head high in front of foreigners, you and my brother need to work together to realize the dream of purple gas coming from the east and returning to the Tang Dynasty. The jackal outside our house is not dead, and wants to break into houses at any time to hurt our livestock and steal our cattle and sheep. We must see it clearly before we die. We have been told time and again that our family names are Zhong and Guo. No matter when you come, no one is allowed to change his name or surname, and no one is allowed to divide the land noisily. This is the mother's charge and the hope of the younger generation. The word "China" is more important than your life and mine. The news of his return spread all over the country like lightning. The villagers in my hometown are expecting you and me. People look forward to looking forward to looking forward to your and my first brilliant three-way handshake.
6. What does the poem Looking at the Mainland mean? My understanding of this poem is:
Bury me in the high mountain so that I can see my hometown; It's a pity that you can't see your hometown even if you are buried in a high mountain, but you can never forget your hometown!
Bury me in a high mountain so that I can see the mainland; It's a pity that even if you are buried in the mountains, you can't see the mainland. I can only cry!
The space between heaven and earth is so vast and empty that people who died for their country are buried on high hills!
A more formal explanation is:
This poem is about Yu Youren's feelings for his country and himself. As a veteran of the Revolution of 1911, he devoted his life to the motherland, but in the end he regretted that he died before his ambition to serve the country, that he was in a foreign country and that the motherland was divided. His personal sorrow is also the sorrow of the country. Facing his personal experience and the present situation of the country, he uttered a cuckoo-like moan.