On China's ode 1. China's poems
Motherland, or take dreams as horses-. Hold high this fire, let it blossom and die in the sacred motherland. Like all poets who take dreams as horses, I will spend my life in this fire. This fire is the language of the great motherland, and it is Dunhuang in Liangshan Castle built on rocks. In July, cold bones will be like snow-white firewood, and hard snow will lie on the mountain. Like all poets whose dreams are horses, I will throw myself into this fire. These three are imprisoning me and spitting out brilliant lights. Everyone will walk past my knife. I would like to build the language of the motherland from scratch like a poet who takes dreams as a horse. I'd also like to sit at the bottom of the prison. Of all God's creations, only I am the most perishable and die at an irresistible rate. Only food is my treasure. I held her tightly and gave birth in my hometown. Like all poets who take dreams as horses, I am willing to bury myself in the surrounding mountains, looking at the quiet home and facing the river. Time flies and I am exhausted. I am infinitely ashamed of all those who take dreams as horses. As a poet, time flies, not a drop remains. A horse will die in a thousand years. If I am reborn on the banks of the motherland, I will once again have rice fields in China and snow-capped mountains in the Zhou Dynasty. I will choose an eternal career. My career is to be the life of the sun. He is extremely brilliant, just like all poets who take dreams as horses. Finally, I was taken into the immortal sun by the gods at dusk. The sun is my name and the sun is my life. At the top of the sun, the body of poetry is buried-the Millennium kingdom and I ride the phoenix and the dragon named "horse" for 5 thousand years-I will fail, but poetry itself will win with the sun.
2. China's ode to poetry
Ode to China
Singer yang
Five-thousand-year-old China Wen Wu Hua Tian Bao Gan Zheng Kun
Self-improvement, harmony between heaven and earth, the sun and the moon.
Five thousand years of blood is a surging river.
Praise the glory of the past and sigh that the stars shine today.
I believe that China in the future will enrich the people and strengthen the country.
Ah, five thousand years.
China's five thousand years of thinking, five thousand years.
Ah, five thousand years, five thousand years of China songs.
Ah, five thousand years.
China's five thousand years of thinking, five thousand years.
Ah, five thousand years, five thousand years of China songs.
Five thousand years of great China.
A hundred schools of thought contend and are innocent.
Five thousand years of ambition and splendid mountains and rivers.
Praise the glory of the past and sigh that the stars shine today.
I believe that China in the future will enrich the people and strengthen the country.
Ah, five thousand years.
China's five thousand years of thinking, five thousand years.
Ah, five thousand years, five thousand years of China songs.
Ah, five thousand years.
China's five thousand years of thinking, five thousand years.
Ah, five thousand years, five thousand years of China songs.
3. China's poetry praises.
Morning light and starlight let her see torches and ears of rice holding high her dazzling flowers, decorating her running river and singing her memories. History suddenly opened a century, and the purple petals scattered. The motherland rises in front of the monument, and the white marble relief is held up by thousands of arms in the rising sun. Choose the solemn emissary of justice and sunshine to wrap truth and flowers, and look up to and hold up the reformed Socialism with Chinese characteristics in 2 1 century.
All the mountains are dancing, all the jungles are dancing, all the rivers are dancing, and all the cities and villages are dancing the motherland. They are baptized in the tsunami noise, bathed in fire, bathed in thunder and lightning, bathed in the beautiful vegetation like nirvana phoenix, and everyone in China is in a good mood, everyone in China is in a high mood, everyone in China is confident and everyone in China is fighting spirit. Let's go from the hills to the motherland, put fragrant flowers on our mother's chest, let's go from the jungle to the motherland, reflect abundant vitality on our mother's face, let's go from rivers to the motherland, splash surging waves in our mother's dreams, let's go from the city to the motherland and engrave the prosperity of the city on our mother's body. Ode to China is a historical track described by predecessors. It's China. The faithful record of the producers' hard work is a green passport for China to go global and the future. This is a solid step for China to build a well-off society. This is the clarion call for the Chinese nation to create more glories. It's the golden auspicious cloud of loong soaring in the sky. Let all humiliations become history and all misfortunes become memories. Our great motherland is creating another miracle that the Chinese nation stands in the east of the world with the courage and courage to keep pace with the times. -Motherland, I am proud of you. Let your tall and straight body be covered with dawn. When Tiananmen Square is magnificent, let the clouds meet the rising sun.
In the ear of history, the rumble and overwhelming echo of salute came, which is the echo of the vicissitudes of China. A giant looked down at the world, and the whole world heard its loud voice. The people of China and the country were founded! When the first five-star red flag, Ran Ran, was raised, the flag of victory fluttered in the wind and the people raised their heads. The whole world saw that the people of China stood up from now on! This period of history reflects the grandeur, and the sunshine in October is painted to the fullest. This momentum is impassioned and a monument stands in the east of the world.
Glorious times, with vigorous hands, wrote a glorious chapter of the new China, and the people proudly pointed out the country. The suffering mother wiped away the tears in the corner of her eyes, revealing her inner joy and heartfelt joy, and the motherland bravely moved toward prosperity and strength.
Eulogize our history, with the myth of Pangu's creation, and produce the shining light of life. Eulogize our history and spread it on this barren land with the brilliance of the four great inventions.
Eulogize our history, with the enlightenment of Laozi and Confucius, and the flame of thousands of years of civilization illuminates us. Eulogize our history, silk porcelain has crossed the ocean, and everyone knows that it comes from our hometown.
Praise our history. In that piece of wolf smoke, a vast terracotta army lineup appeared.
Praise our magnificent history and the power of the Great Wall of Wan Li. ..... eulogize our history, thousands of years of ancient land, leaving many tragic stories. The century-old shame hat of the sick man of East Asia was finally thrown into the Pacific Ocean by us, and we realized our dream of reorganizing rivers and mountains.
In the spring and autumn of the sixties, the splendid land is full of high spirits. Sixty years of spring and autumn, picturesque scenery, poetic.
In sixty spring and autumn, the roaring iron cow combed the sound of the field and turned out the joy and singing of harvest. In the sixty spring and autumn, the steel backbone was arched in the oil-poor land, and the oil derrick stood in the sand sea.
Sixty years ago, the rainbow crossed the Yangtze River, and the majestic Three Gorges Dam was locked for thousands of miles. In sixty spring and autumn, the red clouds of "two bombs" pierced the sky and satellites traveled in space.
For sixty years, the people's army was mighty and magnificent, defending the iron wall of the motherland. In the sixty years, the people have harnessed the spring breeze of reform and realized the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.
..... across our future, in this sacred land, Bo exudes the power to shake the world, and glory and pride glow with a brilliant face. Motherland, I am proud of you. The splendid culture of the Chinese nation has merged into the long river of history and will reverberate in my chest forever.
Motherland, I am proud of you. In the wonderful and magical land, the hope of soaring germinates again, and the giant pen of history will paint your glory in the new century! -China praised my motherland, my motherland, towering mountains, majestic peaks overlooking the storm of history, and the twilight was boundless, allowing clouds and smoke to drift 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, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves hit the canyon, which has experienced many ups and downs of fate. My motherland is vast in territory and abundant in natural resources, and the beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture. The sun sets in the desert, the moonlight is drunk with lotus flowers, and there are still many splendid civilizations shining on the vast land.
My motherland, with its industrious people, 56 caring nationalities, wonderful oriental charm and romantic humanistic customs, has many beautiful and moving legends that have been passed down through the ages. This is my motherland, this is my beloved motherland.
I love your long and splendid history, I love your flowers on every inch of land, I love your magnificent rivers and mountains, and I love the indomitable spirit of your people. My motherland, my beloved motherland.
You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization. You have a sacred name, and that is China! That's China, my motherland.
My beloved motherland. I love my motherland deeply. My beating heart has been beating for five thousand years. I love my motherland deeply. The surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I love my motherland deeply. My yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors. I love my motherland deeply. My black eyes reveal a humble smile. I love my motherland deeply. My strong character is tall and straight. I like it very much.
4. Ode to China, Poetry and Ode
(Poetry) Qinyuan Spring National Day
Guo Hailiang Gansu Daily
Wan Li has clear skies, magnificent mountains and rivers, and red flags flying.
Look at Kyushu Fiona Fang and celebrate the world; Rivers sing, fragrant everywhere.
Social stability, people's happiness, a new chapter in the spectrum of reform and opening up
Like the dragon of the world, New China stands tall in the East.
Today's glory depends on the direction of the party, government and national policies.
Looking back on the eventful years, life is ruined; There are many difficulties for the people, but the night is endless.
Bullets, risk one's life for a new red sun.
Cherish it and let the rivers and mountains go red forever.
In the Mid-Autumn Moon (Song Dynasty), Su Shi's twilight clouds were full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turned to the tracts. This life is not a long night, where to see the bright moon next year. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. Dragon Boat Festival is divided into Dragon Boat Festival, and it is widely rumored that it is Qu Yuan throughout the ages. I can laugh at the emptiness of the Chu River, but I can't wash it straight. Spring Festival Poetry &; lt； Tianjiayuan Day&; gt； (Tang) Meng Haoran fought in the north last night and started in the east today. I'm already strong, and I'm worried about agriculture without money. A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy. Tian said that this year's climate is abundant. & amplt； Except at night. (Tang) The arrival of Siniperca chuatsi is related to the loss of unity, and Wan Li is lovesick for one night. Worried that the crow dies, you will see the spring breeze again. & amplt； Yuanri & gt；; In the Northern Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi's one-year-old firecrackers sounded, and the spring breeze entered Tu Su in send warm. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. & amplt； Passing through the village for the aged &; gt； Meng Haoran, prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Valentine's Day in China & lt One of the Nineteen Ancient Poems &; gt； (Han nationality) Anonymous Altair, Hehan female. Skillful hands, make a loom. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. The river is clear and shallow, with many differences. Between water and water, there are no words.
5. What is the poem Ode to China?
Who collected ancient secrets with an Oracle bone; Who lamented the legend of the world with a roll of bamboo slips?
Zhuang sheng butterflies fly, apricot flowers spring rain; Beautiful Chinese characters are engraved in the rut of Confucius. The writing style of the Qin dynasty and the writing style of the Han dynasty depict a fairy's face; Wei Wu's poems, the flag of the Tang Dynasty, bear witness to the eternal oath.
Wang Wei's red beans grow in the sea and in the end of the world; Li Bai's Bright Moon embodies the touching China rhyme. After 5,000 years, 3,000 generations, 24 histories and 24 solar terms, the human path has undergone vicissitudes.
How many vicissitudes of life stories are sonorous at the master level. There are articles in Jiangshan generation, China chants and sings the red flag.
Who fell in love with a touch of red and painted the color of October; Whose high-pitched military song echoed on the way back from victory. Green pines and cypresses, remote hills; The unyielding national soul lives in the people's poems.
Through the promise of 25 thousand, the memory of Taihang Mountain, the eventful years, wind, frost, rain and snow, Chinese children are a family. How many stories of spring warm people's hearts.
The meaning of the world is romantic, it is a hymn of China, and it sings the red flag. Through the promise of 25 thousand, the memory of Taihang Mountain, the eventful years, wind, frost, rain and snow, Chinese children are a family.
How many stories of spring warm people's hearts. The meaning of the world is romantic, it is a hymn of China, and it sings the red flag.
A hymn of China, and it sang the red flag again.
6. It's rather long and urgent to seek the ancient poems about China's Fu.
Motherland, I love you. I love you. Camel bells make the Silk Road go back to ancient times. I love you. The green grass buds cover up the desolation of the Gobi Desert. I love you. The mud flute in the country scatters colorful notes in all directions. I love you. The tall buildings in the city entrust people's ideals to the sun. I love you. The blue waves of the Yangtze River play the hearts of 56 ethnic groups. I love you. The waves of the Yellow River have fed 654.38+03 billion people. I love you. The greatness of the Great Wall lies in its standing Chinese sons and daughters. I love you. The majestic Huangshan Mountain shows the beauty and dignity of the motherland. I love you. The vastness of the plateau reveals the heroism of the descendants of the Chinese people. I love you. Dense sugarcane forests are sweet to the hearts of hundreds of millions of people. I love you. Open windows make the flowers of civilization bloom fragrant. I love you. The wave of reform is that it has cast off the hat of poverty and backwardness. I like your clever mind. It won back the gold medals of the four great inventions. I love you. My industrious hands dress up for the modern motherland. I love you. The great flag is that it represents the direction of the people, the motherland, I love you, I love your grass, Aoki Xiu, I love your birds singing, frogs singing, I love your mountains, rivers and water, I love your city and countryside, I love your beautiful and sunny motherland, I love you, you give me life, you give me strength and you give me a pair of wings to fly. My motherland, towering mountains, majestic peaks, overlooking the history, is raining wildly, and the twilight is boundless, letting clouds drift 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, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves hit the canyon, which has experienced many ups and downs of fate.
My motherland is vast in territory and abundant in natural resources, and the beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture. The sun sets in the desert, the moonlight is drunk with lotus flowers, and there are still many splendid civilizations shining on the vast land. My motherland, with its industrious people, 56 caring nationalities, wonderful oriental charm and romantic humanistic customs, has many beautiful and moving legends that have been passed down through the ages.
This is my motherland, this is my beloved motherland. I love your long and splendid history, I love your flowers on every inch of land, I love your magnificent rivers and mountains, and I love the indomitable spirit of your people.
My motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.
You have a sacred name, and that is China! That's China, my motherland. My beloved motherland.
I love my motherland deeply. My beating heart has been beating for five thousand years. I love my motherland deeply. The surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I love my motherland deeply. My yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors. I love my motherland deeply. My black eyes reveal a humble smile. I love my motherland deeply. My strong character is tall and straight. I love my motherland deeply. My motherland, lovely China, you have created a glorious history and raised a great nation.
I am proud of your long history. Thousands of years of strong winds can't break your tall and straight back. I am proud of your strength, and I have spent years at home and abroad. I am proud of your light, the Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny, I am proud of your spirit, and the reform and opening up are magnificent.
Lovely motherland, wherever I go, I will hold your arm, and wherever I live, you will warm my heart. Lovely motherland, you hold the rudder of the new century, and you have created miracles that shocked the world with speed and strength.
You have achieved another more brilliant development with diligence and wisdom! Motherland, motherland, you will always be full of hope, motherland, motherland, you will always be full of vitality! Sing for the motherland, the autumn wind sends fragrance, and chrysanthemums in the frost offer patches of wheatgrass. Kissing the sunset in a season, the afterglow of love overflows the gentle eyes. Looking at the fields, I feel quiet and passionate. Listen to the Yellow River gurgling with countless sufferings, historical views, heavy river sand accumulation, how many memories have been destroyed, and your old hardships have left an indelible mark. Half a century of fighting, wind, frost, rain and snow have flowed far away. The footprints of 5,000 years of civilization have rolled over the long river of history, and waves of heroes are playing. Thousands of people are rejoicing in Tiananmen Square, showing their pride in the prosperity of the country. The people of the whole country are also deeply encouraged by it, and these 50 years of ups and downs have created a rapidly developing Republic. The sense of vicissitudes in these 50 years may only be understood by the older generation.
For our generation, the National Day holiday is even more exciting. I don't know whether the older revolutionaries who left first were angry or gratified. Angry that we forgot the meaning of National Day and just played, we are glad that we can finally enjoy happiness in the country they created. No smoke, no terror; Enjoy peace and happiness.
The 55th National Day is coming, China people have gone into space, the Olympic Games have been a great success, and the fourth generation of collective leadership has just been established. We are proud of it, for the prosperity of the motherland and for the independent rejuvenation of the nation.
Living in a bustling city, running in the noisy streets, singing this hard-won prosperity; Walking in a quiet campus, sitting in a quiet classroom, thinking about this hard-won peace. Pigeons in the sky will no longer crow, olives on the ground will no longer wither, and people in the motherland will no longer shed their thoughts. I also have a dream.
Dream that the first compatriot can do what he likes and fight for his ideal; Dream that everyone in China can perform their duties and do their best for the development of the motherland; Dream of the National Day100th anniversary, the motherland is so rich, strong, democratic and civilized; Dream that Chinese civilization will once again become the focus of world attention; I dream that my compatriots will go to every country in the world and proudly say, "I am from China!" " " …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… ............................................................ .................... I believe this dream will come true, this is the dream of most compatriots.
"Motherland, I love you" I love you Ding-dong.
7. Ancient poems about China traditional culture.
Ancient poems about China's traditional culture
Wang Anshi's January Day in the Northern Song Dynasty: firecrackers are one year old, and the east wind sends warmth into Tu Su.
In the sound of firecrackers, we ushered in the new year and sent away the old year. People are drinking Tu Su wine, and the spring breeze is blowing in their faces.
Wang Anshi's January Day in the Northern Song Dynasty: Every family has to exchange new peaches for old ones every day.
Every household hangs a new peach symbol and removes the old one.
Song Xin Qi Ji's Yuan Xi Jade Box: Thousands of trees bloom in the east wind night, and the stars are raining. BMW carved cars full of incense, the phoenix moved, the basin lights turned and the fish dragon danced all night.
Just as the east wind blows away thousands of trees and flowers, it also blows fireworks like rain. The luxurious carriage is full of fragrance. The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the moon like a jade pot gradually tilted westward, and the fish dragon lantern danced all night.
Song Ouyang Xiu's "Birth Outline Yuan": Last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market was full of lights. At the end of the month, it is about dusk.
Last year's midnight snack, the lights at the flower market were as bright as day. Beautiful people meet, at the time of the willow branches on the moon, after dusk.
Song Ouyang Xiu's "Birth Outline Yuan": This year's Lantern Festival, the moon lights are still the same. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
This year's midnight snack, moonlight and lights are still bright. But I didn't see the beauty of last year, and the tears of acacia wet the sleeves of the spring shirt.
Tang's "Living in the Mountain to Sacrifice the Shandong Brothers": Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives every festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
When a person is a guest in a foreign land, every time he meets a good festival, he always misses his relatives in his hometown more. Although I am in a foreign land, I have long thought that today is the Double Ninth Festival, and my brothers in my hometown should climb high and look far. I think when they put on dogwood, they will find that I am gone.