1. About the poems praising the motherland and the brush
About the poems praising the motherland and the brush 1. Poems praising the motherland (used for writing calligraphy)
Mao Zedong's "Qin" Garden Spring·Snow".
Original text:
The scenery of the North is covered with ice and snow for thousands of miles.
Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness;
The river suddenly stops flowing.
Silver snakes dance in the mountains, and they are like wax figures.
I want to compete with God.
On a clear day, it is particularly enchanting to see the red clothes and plain clothes.
The country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to bow down.
I regret that Emperor Qin and Han Wu were slightly less talented in literature;
Emperor Tang Zong and Song Zu were slightly less elegant.
Genghis Khan, a genius of his generation, only knew how to bend a bow and shoot at eagles.
It’s all gone, let’s count the famous people, but let’s look at the present.
Translation:
The scenery in the north is filled with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snowflakes.
Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only endless white.
The entire Yellow River immediately lost its rolling momentum.
The mountains are like silver snakes dancing, and the hills on the plateau are like many white elephants running.
They all want to try to compete with God to see who is higher.
Wait until it’s sunny and watch the red sun and white snow complement each other, which is particularly beautiful and beautiful.
Jiangshan is so charming that countless heroes fall in love with her.
It is a pity that the first emperor of Qin and Emperor Wu of Han were slightly less talented in literature and governance;
Tang Taizong and Song Taizu were slightly less talented in literature.
Genghis Khan, the great hero who ruled the world, only knew how to draw a bow and shoot eagles.
These figures have passed away. To be called heroes who can make great achievements depends on the people today.
Extended information
1. Creation background
The poem "Qinyuan Spring·Snow" was written by Mao Zedong in February 1936. "Qinyuanchun" is the name of the word brand, and "Xue" is the name of the word. At that time, Mao Zedong and Peng Dehuai led the Red Army's Long March troops to successfully reach Yuanjiagou, Qingjian County, northern Shaanxi. In order to inspect the terrain, Mao Zedong climbed onto the snow-covered plateau thousands of meters above sea level.
When the great rivers and mountains "thousands of miles frozen" and the snow-capped plateau appeared before his eyes, he couldn't help but be filled with emotion, became inspired by poetry, and gladly took up his pen and wrote this bold poem. word. "Qinyuan Spring·Snow" was first published in Chongqing's "Xinmin Daily Evening Magazine" on November 14, 1945, and later officially published in the January 1957 issue of "Poetry Magazine".
2. Appreciation of Works
"Qinyuan Spring·Snow" highlights the vigorous and grand style of Mao Zedong's poetry. As the leader, Mao Zedong's broad mind and ambition are isomorphic with the vast and majestic snow scenery of the North. The author sees "thousands of miles" and "thousands of miles", "wanting to compete with God"; looking across thousands of years, he guides the ups and downs of the country. . It fully demonstrates the majestic and majestic style.
The whole word is composed of words, metaphors and allusions. It is bright and powerful, expresses freely, and the meaning of the words is smooth and spreads thousands of miles. The whole word fits into the rhyme, as if it was done accidentally. Although it is in an old style, it gives readers a sense of a new look. It is not only a new spiritual world expressed from the context of words, but first of all, words that express a system of images, which are vivid, concise and popular, easy to recite, sing and remember.
Baidu Encyclopedia - Qinyuan Spring·Snow
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Hymn to the Motherland
Picking up a handful of soil, I said, this is my motherland; picking up a wave of waves, I said, this is my motherland; turning over the yellow " "Sikuquanshu", I said, this is my motherland; playing the melodious "Mountains and Flowing Waters", I said, this is my motherland.
Ah, motherland! It was in the Old Summer Palace that I got to know your humiliation and your grief and indignation; it was in Badaling that I got to know your majesty and your majesty; it was in the desert grassland that I got to know your breadth and your expanse; I It was on the Yidao Ancient Ferry that I got to know your longevity and your ups and downs.
Facing thorny forests, mountains, and mud swamps, there are countless loyal children who are not afraid to shed their blood, throw away their heads, and wrap their bodies in horse leather! Until that golden October of 53 years ago, a bright five-star red flag and a giant's declaration made an ancient nation stand proudly and rejoice.
Ah! Motherland, my motherland! You are a big tree, I am a leaf, and a leaf is a piece of spring scenery; motherland! You are the soil, I am the seedling, export all your blood for my harvest; motherland! You are the Yangtze River, I am the small river, and I am willing to use the trickling stream to magnify your mighty deeds; motherland! You are the sun, I am the clouds, I will protect your glory, your brilliance and your holiness throughout my life; motherland! Today, we celebrate your birthday again and see your new revitalization and new pioneering!
The ancient civilization is engraved on the broken spears and broken halberds. Bravery and loyalty, high spirit and integrity are immersed in every page of history, and all of this has long become a permanent complex in my heart. Bitter, for you! Sweetness, for you; life, for you; death, for you! Your worries are our worries, and your joy is our joy!
Ah! motherland! My motherland! You are hope, you are faith, and you are the support for all our efforts and progress.
The successful convening of the 16th National Congress of the Communist Party of China opened a new page in history. Motherland, under the sunshine of the new century, you will surely be more prosperous and full of vitality!
3. Poems in praise of the motherland (used for calligraphy)
Dedicated to the dear motherland
Motherland,
Five of you Thousands of years have been filled with countless disputes.
Unyielding and victory again and again,
outlines the unchanging Chinese spirit.
We,
have lived in your heart for five thousand years,
Therefore,
we have five thousand years in our bones. The unchanging soul of China.
Your territory is vast and powerful,
Like the rooster that sings at dawn.
Leap again and again, gallop again and again,
You finally stand as a giant in the East.
We,
have grown up on your shoulders for five thousand years,
Therefore,
five thousand years have been engraved in our character Constant "diligence".
After five thousand years,
You are still full of youth.
After five thousand years, you are still moving with excitement.
Shorten it by yourself
4. 140 words of hard-pen calligraphy praising the motherland
140 words of hard-pen calligraphy praising the motherland: 1. My motherland has a vast land, abundant resources, and beautiful scenery. It has given birth to a magnificent traditional culture. The desert receives the setting sun, the bright moon intoxicates the lotus flowers, and many splendid civilizations are still shining on the vast land.
My motherland has a hard-working people, fifty-six ethnic groups that help each other, the wonderful oriental charm, the graceful humanities, and how many beautiful and moving legends have been passed down through the ages. Motherland, the splendid culture of the Chinese nation, merged into the long river of history, will always be stirring in my chest.
2. Among countless blue eyes and red eyes, I have a pair of jewel-like black eyes. I am proud, I am Chinese. Among countless white skins and black skins, I have earth-like yellow skin. I am proud, I am Chinese.
I am Chinese - the Loess Plateau is my chest, the water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood, the Great Wall is my raised arms, and Mount Tai is the heel I stand on.
3. Sing a folk song to the party. The serfs who have stood up will sing. I offer oil to the motherland. The border is everywhere. The working class in Jiangnan has strong bones. I love Beijing. Tiananmen. Beijing. Ode to the motherland. I love this blue ocean. The sun is the reddest. Chairman Mao is dearest to me. I am the great motherland. Standing guard I love Wuzhishan, I love Wanquan River China, China, the bright red sun never sets, the spring water on the border is clear and pure, the Red Army soldiers miss Mao Zedong, the red star sings, the mountains are red, the deep friendship grows over the snow-capped mountains, the grassland, the flowers in May defend the Yellow River.
4. I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years. I am the blackened miner's lamp on your forehead, lighting your way as you snail and grope in the tunnel of history. , I am a shriveled ear of rice; a roadbed in disrepair, a barge on the shoal, I pull the rope deep into your shoulders - my motherland! I am poverty, I am sorrow, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower on the sleeves of "Flying Sky" that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years. 5. The nine-bend Yellow River, the meandering Yangtze River, five thousand years of history, - the pearl in the east.
In ancient times that I can’t remember, myths and stories have been spread. The descendants of the Yan and Huang emperors wrote about the glory of yellow skin.
The ideals engraved in the heart create the hope of the Dragon people, and the efforts of generations are just to straighten the backbone of China. Civilization and wilderness represent the confrontation between justice and evil.
The memory of blood and tears nurtures new hope. Seven continents and four oceans - the majestic China stands where the sun rises, and the glow illuminates the world.
5. I love the motherland’s calligraphy works. Please ask for a short poem that praises the motherland.
Choose a short poem that loves the motherland and introduces the great mountains and rivers of the motherland: I love the motherland. You, the author: Youyou, after thinking hard about the river, you are like the worn-out cotton spinning wheel held by the old lady next to you, singing old songs and sitting quietly, still like a tiny grain in your soil. The seeds are fighting in the dark, waiting to germinate, like a white towel put on the shoulders of a sweaty farmer. It is a symbol of hard work. Bury sincerity tightly in my heart, my motherland! I am tiny dust, I am sadness, I am confusion, I am your vast ideal throughout the ages, right? It is the meteor in the Milky Way that never falls. My motherland! I am your brand-new flower stamen that just bloomed from the garden. I am your piece of ice on Kunlun Mountain. I want you to melt with warmth. I am the trace of concern in your tearful eyes. I gently come to bless my motherland quietly. You use your sadness. No matter what hardships and obstacles you encounter and when you have to sacrifice your life, I will dedicate my flesh and blood to my motherland without reservation. Dear mother, I will never complain for the prosperity of my motherland. I will always love you and me. Dear motherland.
6. Master, a short and concise poem praising the motherland, dedicated to calligraphy, urgent
It is your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river
For hundreds of years Spinning a tired song
I am the blackened miner's lamp on your forehead
Following your snail's groping in the tunnel of history
I am the withered rice It is a roadbed in disrepair
It is a barge on the shoal
The rope is deeply
tied into your shoulder
——My motherland!
I am poverty
I am sorrow
I am your ancestors
The painful hope
Yes "Flying" sleeves
Flowers that have not fallen to the ground for thousands of years
- Motherland
I am your new ideal
Just escaped from the cobweb of myth
I am the germ of the ancient lotus under your snow quilt
I am your laughter nest with tears
I am the newly painted snow-white starting line
It is the crimson dawn
It is gushing
- Motherland
I am you One billionth
is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters
You fed it with your scarred breasts
I am confused, I am deep in thought, I am boiling
Then get it from my flesh and blood
Your richness, your Glory, your freedom
- Motherland
My dear motherland!