A poem about praising the motherland 1. Poems praising the motherland (used to write calligraphy)
Qin Xue.
Original text:
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.
Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed;
When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum.
Keywords mountain dancing silver snake, original wax elephant,
Want to compete with the weather.
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.
Translation:
The scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snowflakes in Wan Li are floating.
Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only boundless whiteness left.
The whole Yellow River immediately lost its rolling water potential.
The mountains are dancing like silver snakes, and the hills on the plateau are running like many white elephants.
They all want to try to compete with a higher god than themselves.
On a sunny day, it's especially nice to see the red sun and white snow complement each other.
Jiangshan is so charming that countless heroes fall in love.
Unfortunately, Qin Shihuang and Han Wudi were slightly inferior to Wen Zhi.
Emperor Taizong and Song Taizu were not so talented in literature.
Genghis Khan, the hero who dominated my life, only knew how to shoot an eagle with a bow.
These characters are all in the past, and they can be called heroes who can make contributions, depending on today's people.
Extended data
First, the creative background
The word "Qin Xue" was written in February 1936. "Qinyuanchun" is a epigraph, and "Snow" is a epigraph. At that time, He Peng led the Red Army's Long March troops to Yuanjiagou, Qingjian County, northern Shaanxi. In order to investigate the terrain, Mao Zedong climbed the snow-covered garden at an altitude of 1000 meters.
When "thousands of miles of frozen rivers and mountains" and this snowy plateau were displayed in front of him, he could not help but write this heroic stroke with emotion, poetry and painting. Qinyuan Spring Snow was first published in Chongqing Xinmin Daily Evening News magazine on June1945+065438+1October 14, and then officially published in poetry magazine on June 1957.
Second, the appreciation of works
"Spring and Snow in Qinyuan" highlights the charm of Mao Zedong's ci. As a leader, Mao Zedong's broad mind and ambition are isomorphic with the vast and magnificent snow scene in the north, followed by "a thousand miles", "Wan Li" and "wanting to compete with the weather"; Look at the Millennium and point out the ups and downs of the masters of the country. It fully shows the unconstrained style.
The whole word uses words, metaphors and allusions, which are vivid and powerful, eloquent and eloquent. The whole word rhymes as if it were unintentional. Although it belongs to the old style, it gives readers a new look. It is not only a new spiritual world expressed from the poetic context, but also a character of image expression system, which is vivid, concise, popular, easy to recite, easy to sing and easy to remember.
Baidu encyclopedia-Qin Xue
2. Who has a poem praising the motherland? I use it to write articles with a brush and pen. You might as well write it yourself.
Hymns of the motherland
Holding a handful of dirt, I said, this is my motherland; Pick up a spray, I said, this is my motherland; Open the yellow Siku Quanshu, I said, this is my motherland; Play a melodious "Mountains and Rivers", I said, this is my motherland.
Ah, the motherland! I met your humiliation and your grief in Yuanmingyuan. I met your majesty and majesty at Badaling. I met your vastness and vastness in the desert grassland. I know the long history of your and the ups and downs of your.
In the face of prickly Lin Mang, mountainous and muddy swamp, there are countless loyal sons and daughters, who are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice, and they are not afraid of losing their heads! Until that golden autumn October 53 years ago, a bright five-star red flag and a giant's declaration made an ancient nation stand proudly and indulge in joy.
Ah! Motherland, my motherland! You are a tree, I am a leaf, and a leaf is spring scenery; Motherland! You are the soil, I am the rice seedling, I output all your blood for my harvest; Motherland! You are the Yangtze River and I am a small river. I would like to strengthen your mighty behavior with a trickle. Motherland! You are the sun, I am the cloud, guarding your brilliance, your brilliance and your holiness all my life; Motherland! Today, we celebrate your birthday again and see your new revitalization and development!
The ancient civilization, engraved on spears and halberds and immersed in every page of history, has long been a constant complex in my heart. Bitter, for you! Sweet, for you; Live for you; Die for you! Your worries are our worries, and your happiness is our happiness!
Ah! Motherland! My motherland! You are hope, you are faith, and you are the support of all our efforts and progress.
The victory of The 16th National Congress of the Communist Party of China opened a new page in history. Motherland, in the sunshine of the new century, you will be more prosperous and full of vitality!
3. Poems praising the motherland (used to write calligraphy)
Dedicated to my dear motherland.
Motherland,
Your five thousand years,
It is full of countless controversies.
Fearless again and again, failed again and again,
Outline the unchangeable spirit of China.
We,
Survived in your mind for 5 thousand years,
So,
There is a Chinese soul that will remain unchanged for five thousand years.
Your territory is vast and powerful,
Like the cock singing at dawn.
Leap again and again, gallop again and again,
You have finally become a giant of the East.
We,
Growing up on your shoulders for 5 thousand years,
So,
In temperament, there is a kind of "diligence" that has remained unchanged for five thousand years.
For 5,000 years,
You are still full of youth,
Five thousand years later, you are still enthusiastic.
Shorten oneself
4. Hard pen calligraphy 140 words praise the motherland.
Hard pen calligraphy 140 eulogizes the motherland: 1. My motherland is vast in territory and abundant in natural resources, and the beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture. The desert has set, 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. The motherland, the splendid culture of the Chinese nation flowing in the long river of history, will stir in my chest forever.
Among countless blue eyes and red eyes, I have a pair of black eyes like jewels. I'm very proud. I come from China. Among countless white and black skin, I have yellow skin like the earth. I'm proud that I'm from China.
I come from China-the Loess Plateau is my chest, the Yellow River is my boiling blood, the Great Wall is my raised arm, and Mount Tai is my standing heel. Sing a folk song for the party. Turn over the serf and sing I give oil to my motherland. The frontier is full of hard bones of the working class in the south of the Yangtze River. I like Tiananmen Square in Beijing. Song of the ancestors. I love the blue ocean. The sun is the reddest. Chairman Mao is the dearest. I stand guard for the great motherland. I love Wuzhishan. I love Wanquan River in China and China. The bright red sun will never set in the frontier. The spring is clear and pure. Red Army soldiers miss Mao Zedong's Song of the Red Star. The flowers on the snowy grassland are longer than in May to defend the Yellow River.
I am an old waterwheel worn by your river. I have been spinning tired songs 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 dilapidated roadbed, a barge on a muddy beach. Put the fiber rope deep into your shoulder,-motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am your ancestral, painful hope, a flower that will not fall to the ground for thousands of years. The winding Yellow River and the winding Yangtze River have a history of 5,000 years.
Unforgettable in ancient times, fairy tales spread, and the descendants of the Yellow Emperor wrote down the glory of the yellow skin.
Keep in mind the ideal, cast the hope of the dragon people, and pay from generation to generation, just to straighten the backbone of China. Civilization and barbarism represent the confrontation between justice and evil.
The memory of blood and tears breeds new hope. Seven continents and four oceans-rising at sunrise, the glow illuminates the world.
I love the calligraphy works of the motherland and ask for a poem praising the motherland.
Choose a short poem that loves the motherland and introduces its great rivers and mountains: motherland, I love you. Author: Pondering over the river, you are like an old cotton spinning cart held by an old farmer and grandmother beside you, singing old songs for a long time and sitting quietly, just like a small seed in your soil fighting in the dark and waiting for germination, just like a white towel put on your shoulder by a sweaty farmer. That is a symbol of hard work, and my motherland is deeply buried in my heart! I am a tiny dust, I am sad, I am confused, I am your endless ideal, and the Milky Way meteor never falls is my motherland. I am a brand-new bud that just bloomed in your garden. I am a piece of ice on your Kunlun Mountain. I want you to melt warmly. I'm a little worried in your tearful eyes. I will bless my motherland gently and quietly. You fed me that sad glass of milk. No matter what difficulties and obstacles you encounter when you have to sacrifice your life, I will give my flesh and blood to my motherland without reservation. Dear mother loves you forever, for the prosperity of the motherland. My dear motherland.
6. Master, a short and pithy poem praising the motherland, dedicated to calligraphy, urgent.
That's your 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!