Poems about giving gifts to the great motherland 1. Seek poems describing the magnificent scenery of the great motherland ~ ~
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves and sail straight up to the deep sea. (Li Bai is hard to go) The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river.
You can't see how the water of the Yellow River went out of heaven into the ocean and never came back. (Li Bai's "Into the Wine") Three Wan Li rivers flow into the sea, and five thousand mountains climb skyscrapers. However, China holds our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor.
(Farewell Du to his post in Shu) The spring tide is here, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The sea rises and the moon rises, and the horizon is * * * at this time. On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea.
At the end of the sea, the sky is the shore and the mountain is the peak. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. If the mountain is broken, the fog will rise.
If there is no flow in the flat sea. Far water is like a shore, and distant mountains are like clouds. The broken waves are still together, and even the waves are still hours. The vast sea is full of water, and the current is full of water. What a vast sea! All the treasures in the world are hidden in the middle: the teeth are full of glory, and the wind and rain scatter the wilderness.
Coral is exquisite, swallowing boats and rushing to the bottom of the sea, and high waves drive Penglai. Xianyun, but see the gold and silver platform.
Yun Qi is hanging in the sky, and the sea moves with mountains, rivers and waves. Rivers are divided into nine, and the sea is a day. The tide stayed in Hai Ruo for a long time, then receded and absorbed the rest. The water is so dense that there are so many mountains and islands. (Cao Cao: Looking at the Sea) I am the peak at the top of the mountain, and the sea is on the shore without cliffs. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am on this mountain.
On both sides of the Strait, apes can't stop crying, so they can cross the Chung Shan Man in canoes. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. This trip is not for bath, but for famous mountains.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. Ingenious decoration, the pearl palace shell is rotten and bright.
The mud in the shell house lives in detail, and the red snail walks away from the sand, giving birth to light at night. You see, the giant is immersed in all rivers, which is not intentional.
The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. The wind is 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. The wind is full, and the general hunts Weicheng.
(Wang Wei: Hunting) 3. The forest was black and the wind hit the grass, but the general tried to shoot an arrow at night. (Lu Lun: "The Next Song") 4. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze.
(Bai Juyi: Farewell to Ancient Grass) 5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing: Lord of the Lotus Mountain in the Snow) 6. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
(Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 7. Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. ("Farewell Du to Shu Guan") 8. If you want to go home by the wind, you will be afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.
(Su Shi: "Water tune song? When will there be a bright moon? It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. (Li Shangyin: Untitled) 10. The sky is gray, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows grass and cattle and sheep are low.
(Song of Chile) 2. Where will you wake up after drinking tonight? The breeze in Yang Liuan is fading. -Song Liu Yong's Yulin Order 3. I want apricot flowers to get wet in the rain and my face is not cold.
-Song Zhinan's quatrains 4. Apes whimper in the high wind in the wide sky —— Tang Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain 5. See cattle and sheep when the wind blows-the northern folk song "Chile Song" 6. Why should the flute blame the willow? Spring breeze is not enough. —— Wang Tang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci" cost 1. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
(Meng Haoran: passing by the old village) 2. A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me. (Li Bai: drinking the bright moon alone) 3. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
(Meng Haoran: Chun Xiao) 4. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 5. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
(Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 6. A secluded place with a bamboo path, branches and flowers went to a Buddhist retreat. (Chang Jian: Meditation after the Broken Mountain Temple) 7. Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.
(Du Fu: Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside) 8. The flowers are nothing, but they seem to meet the face. (Yan Shu: Huanxisha) 9. Egrets fly in front of mount cisse, peach blossoms flow, and mandarin fish are fat.
(Zhang: Fishing Song) 10. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. (Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day) 1 1. Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
(Cen Can: (A song of white snow sends Tian Shuji Wu home)) 12. The head trees of Xiyan Lake in my home are all faded by bloom. (Mumei, Wang Mian) 13. Beautiful scenery, spring breeze and flowers. (Du Fu) 14. After the flowers are picked into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet (Luoyin) 10000000006 The wheat flowers are white and the cauliflower is thin. (Fan Chengda) 16. Three autumn leaves can blossom in February. (Tang) Li Qiao (Joe) 17. At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: Memorizing Jiangnan) 18. Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February. (Du Mu) 19. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that there are no blooming flowers. (Yuan Zhen) 20. The children scrambled to chase Huang Die, but they flew into the cauliflower but couldn't find a place. (Yang Wanli
(Lu You: "Tour Shanxi Village") 23. I want apricot flowers to get wet in the rain and my face is not cold. (Zhinan: "Jueju") 24. A cluster of peach blossoms has blossomed, and lovely deep red loves light red. (Du Fu: Looking for Flowers by the River) 25. The spring city is full of flowers, and the cold food is easterly.
(Han Yi >) 26. There are many weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique. (Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane) 27. Once you walk two or three miles, there are four or five smoke villages.
The pavilions are six or seven, and the flowers bloom in eighty or ninety. (anonymous) 28. Peach Blossom Pond, three thousands of feet waters, not as good as Wang Lun's.
(Li Bai: To Wang Lun) 29. It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. (Li Shangyin: Untitled) 30. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road and the flower wall is bright.
(Text) 3 1. Don't worry, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. (Li Qingzhao: Drunken Flowers) 32. There are wild grass flowers on Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset is oblique in Wuyi Lane.
(Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane) 33. Daohuaxiang says it's a good year. Listen to the frogs. (Xin Qiji, "Xijiang Yue? In the middle of Huangsha Road at night, lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and lotus flowers reflect the sun in a different color-
-the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei.
2. I dedicate poems to my 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-Shu Ting.
3. Poems praising the motherland
Praise the autumn wind of Chinese poetry practice! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! Praise the motherland's poem "motherland, my dear motherland"/is your brand-new ideal, just out of the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! I/am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You/feed me lost, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! Poems praising the motherland, my motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing a splendid journey everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, full of simple feelings, I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and brilliant. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal rivers and mountains of reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. The sun like the dawn of the motherland, with firm faith, turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of the great motherland's oriental civilization is like a Mercedes-Benz train, holding up the burning belief to meet the dawn of the century and sail for a more brilliant future. Praise the motherland's poems, praise the motherland, years carry the footsteps of history, and the earth accumulates the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland with passion-here I am song for you, the motherland-you are the confluence of the source of civilization accumulated in a thousand years of history, you are the waterfall of the snow-covered Yellow River Hukou in Tianshan Mountain, you are dignified, deep, broad and broad, the rivers are your breath, the boiling ocean is your blood, you are the theme of my life world and all the motherland, and the motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, yes. It is a sail that sails through the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and forge ahead. The avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is bursting with your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast and a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and a derrick in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill and courage, and the great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The smiling faces of the people write about your great motherland-your motherland that created life and transformed the world. Motherland-you are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a soldier who defends the truth and raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. The sons and daughters of China are grateful to your mother-like motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and brought the dawn of peace. Motherland, Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You've always known that. Firmly for Intel, you are kind and loving, defending Greenpeace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have such a motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the future of the motherland is better, the future of the world is better and the future of mankind is better. This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream flow with sweetness, and let all voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your cockroach. The first October is always like echoing tears. The sound of harmony passes through your heart and extends to the most passionate melody. In my heart, you are not only a green island where I can rest, but also a red cloud that makes me step on the beat. No matter the countless failures and successes of mountains, rivers, valleys, fields, trails and the sea, October is more fulfilling! Motherland ... for whom is the crown of October worn? On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the drums of harvest. I recall the historical sounds carved on white marble, and my thoughts have changed. How can the mountains and rivers in Wan Li not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? ! The rising October competes with my singing in Qian Fan. My motherland has become a flock of flying white pigeons, vibrating and trembling ... Motherland, my dear motherland Shu Ting, I am an old waterwheel worn by your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years. I am a miner's lamp on your forehead, and you are groping in the tunnel of history. I am a withered ear of rice; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me with scarred breasts, lost me, cared for me and boiled me. Then I will get your wealth, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood, my dear motherland.
4. Sing the poems of the motherland
My motherland, high mountains and towering peaks overlook the history of wind and rain, and at dusk, the wind and clouds 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, 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. Many years ago, the Yellow Emperor and Yan Di expanded China and merged into an oriental dragon-Huaxia.
Many years ago, Qin Shihuang unified China and built the Great Wall, which made our country stand in the East with a clear conscience. Many years ago, Genghis Khan expanded China and swept across Europe and Asia, becoming the world's largest power.
How many years ago, Eight-Nation Alliance went to Beijing, and Yuanmingyuan was destroyed by a fire! How many years ago, the Japanese invaded Nanjing, killing 300,000 compatriots! Many years ago, the oriental dragon woke up and roared into the sky. "The people of China have stood up since then!" China's strongest voice.
People will never forget that day-1 949 65438+10/! On this day, the national flag rises with the sun in Ran Ran, and the national anthem composes the new destiny of China! On National Day, you are the carrier of China people's patriotism. On National Day, you grew up with the blood of martyrs.
On National Day, you recorded the strong voice of China. On National Day, you condensed the victory and defeat and humiliation of China, and you reminded us to work hard.
The military parade in the motherland and founding ceremony showed the elegance of China. China's success cannot be ignored.
Motherland, China has joined the WTO, and China's economy is advancing! Motherland, do you still remember July 200 13 1 day, our successful bid for the Olympic Games is another victory for our motherland! Motherland, looking back, we are innocent. But the motherland, National Day.
Remember Wen Yiduo? Do you still remember his Song of the Seven Sons? Remember the third article-Taiwan Province Province? Listen to his cry: Taiwan Province Province, we are a string of pearls in the East China Sea, Ryukyu is my brother, and I am Taiwan Province Province. I still have the heroic spirit of Zheng in my chest, and my loyal red blood has touched my family.
Mom, the cool summer is killing me; Give me an order, and I can still hold on. Mom, I want to come back, mom! Motherland! Have you ever heard the cry of blood, and remember the reason why the seal of "the mountains and rivers of the motherland are all red" was taken back! Yes, motherland, we should find the soul of Zheng He in Taiwan Province Province! Motherland! Up and down five thousand years of history, there are joys and sorrows.
We will remember the history of 5,000 years, but we will not sleep in history. We will go to the light and celebrate a more brilliant motherland. Motherland, my dear motherland, I am your worn-out old waterwheel by the river, spinning hundreds of years of old songs, I am the miner's lamp on your forehead, I am the withered ear of rice that you grope for in the historical tunnel; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed in the "flying" sleeves for thousands of years-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I have just broken away from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your snow-covered ancient lotus, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and you. The scarred breasts feed me, I am considerate, and I am boiling. Then I will get your richness, your glory, your freedom from my flesh and blood-my motherland, my dear motherland, poems praising my motherland-my motherland, I am proud of you. I want to be a majestic watch, so that my tall and straight body will be covered with dawn and the clouds will welcome the rising sun.
In the ear of history, there was a rumbling echo of salute. The overwhelming echo of string seven is the echo of China's vicissitudes. 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, how many tragic stories have been left, and the century-old shame hat of the sick man of East Asia has finally been thrown into the Pacific Ocean by us, and we have realized our dream of reorganizing rivers and mountains.
Fifty-seven spring and autumn, the splendid land is full of high spirits. In the Spring and Autumn Period of 57 years, the landscape was picturesque and poetic.
Fifty-seven spring and autumn, the roaring iron cow combed the sound of the field and turned out the joy and singing of harvest. In the fifty-seventh spring and autumn period, the steel backbone was arched in the oil-poor land, and the oil derrick stood in the sand sea.
In the fifty-seventh spring and autumn period, the rainbow crossed the Yangtze River, and the majestic Three Gorges Dam was locked for thousands of miles. In the fifty-seventh spring and autumn period, the red clouds of "two bombs" pierced the sky and satellites traveled in space.
In the fifty-seventh spring and autumn period, the people's army was mighty and magnificent, defending the iron wall of the motherland. In the fifty-seventh spring and autumn period, the people mastered the reform and realization of the spring breeze.
5. Poems praising the motherland
my motherland
Mountains and rivers crossed by the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
China is brilliant everywhere.
Brilliant journey
Like a golden lamp
The lights lit up the sailing sails.
my motherland
You use your intelligent soul
Lead the public.
Open up a broad road.
Let the motherland be as beautiful as flowers.
Describe the magnificence of the East.
my motherland
A motherland as beautiful as a flower
From your soul
From your blueprint
Reading the burning soul
The hardships of opening up a brilliant tomorrow
my motherland
From the border to the coast
Have your charming beauty.
I have a simple feeling.
Send all your feelings to a distant place.
May the motherland be more prosperous and strong.
my motherland
Yellow River, Yangtze River, Great Wall
Cast ancient rivers and mountains.
Reform, opening up and development
Light up the world's vision
I am proud of the glory of my motherland.
my motherland
Dawn sun
Hold a firm belief
Surge of fighting spirit
Become eternal persistence
Create a better tomorrow
Great motherland
The cradle of oriental civilization
Like a Mercedes-Benz train.
Facing the dawn of the century
Keep burning faith
Run towards a more brilliant future
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