Poems about the 1960s 1. Poetry about the sixties.
Sixty years old
Song Dynasty: Shao Yong
Sixty disabled people have spots on their temples, and Miao calls them immortals.
At that time, many things will grind, and saints will be hard to go.
Although the bones are thin and healthy, the feelings have faded.
Strive to see the world in 30 years.
Except for the Ming Dynasty, Ren Xu is sixty years old.
Song Dynasty: Once upon a time
The Zen couch is empty and the fire is cold.
Time is like a candle, and study is like a boat against the wind.
At the age of one, the boss was surprised to leave, and the children smiled at each other at night.
Don't say that forty years have passed in the Ming Dynasty, find sixty frosted beards.
Hu Zhongtian (Shouhe Xiaoshan is five to nine years old, born on April 12th, and had a lawsuit the year before last)
Song: Zhu
There is wine in life, and you can enjoy it when you are free. The situation is longevity, turtles and cranes dance, and they are still drunk. Silkworm Maijiang Village, Meilin Courtyard, Long Summer is the Ming Dynasty. Think back, last April 12.
Still singing in Lori's nest, Huatai book collection, no mind. Rat acyl chicken disturbs the air, and the sea, moon and wind will send it. Zhu Bi to the truth, the scene of the bullfight, can occupy the world in advance. Mr. Wang will be sixty next year.
Guoguotian/Niannujiao
Song: Zhu
There is wine in life, and you can enjoy it when you are free. The situation is longevity, turtles and cranes dance, and they are still drunk. Silkworm Maijiang Village, Meilin Courtyard, Long Summer is the Ming Dynasty. Think back, last April 12. Still singing in Lori's nest, Huatai book collection, no mind. Rat acyl chicken disturbs the air, and the sea, moon and wind will send it. Zhu Bi to the truth, the scene of the bullfight, can occupy the world in advance. Mr. Wang will be sixty next year.
Peeling potatoes will hurt your hands.
Modern: Nie Gannu
There are no pits and buds on the beans, and the hands are busy and the eyes are dim.
Who saw two or three blood red? A 60-year-old man boasted in vain.
If you want to plant acacia in the north, it is difficult to build China with your bare hands.
At the end of the speech, he said with shame: Use this reddish color to contribute to the country.
2. Are there any poems about the 60th anniversary?
People's Republic of China (PRC)'s 60th Anniversary Poetry
Poetry-I love the flowers of my motherland in October. I love the flowers of my motherland in October. She is extremely brilliant, because she has 56 kinds of fragrance in my heart-ah, this fragrance is unforgettable in my heart in four seasons, from peach blossom in the north in spring to rice fragrance in Hainan in severe winter, from Fujian mountain village full of litchi trees in summer to Turpan fruit fragrance with ripe grapes in autumn ... colorful flowers bloom every day, and there is a bumper harvest in the season. I saw the most beautiful scenery-her snow-white and green, beautiful as the dawn sky, the hope of the future ... National Day carol, the motherland, you have gone through an extraordinary 55 years, like a baby growing into a prime of life, today you are full of vitality and exuberance, and you have had hardships and laughter. After rough times, tomorrow will be better. Over the past 55 years, you have undergone earth-shaking changes. You have won the respect of the world. Now you are working hard and entering the new century. Today, in this festive festival, I sincerely say to you, hello, motherland! Sing for the motherland, the autumn wind sends fragrance, and the chrysanthemums in the frost offer patches of wheatgrass. A season kisses the sunset, and the afterglow overflows with love. Gentle eyes look at the fields, peaceful and enthusiastic, and fly to poetry. Listening to the Yellow River gurgling with countless sufferings, the historical view of river sand and heavy accumulation, how many memories have been destroyed? Your old face and childhood hardships left an indelible mark. Half a century of fighting has gone a long way, and 5,000 years of civilization has a long history. Rolling the strings of the heroic wave time of the past, playing and singing today's brilliant melody, my motherland, I am proud that you are a towering huabiao, covering your tall and straight body with morning light, and as a majestic Tiananmen Square, welcoming the rising sun. In the ears of history, there came the rumbling echo of salute and overwhelming echo, which is the echo of the vicissitudes of China. A giant looked down at the world, and his loud voice was heard by the whole world and the people of China. 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 embodies grandeur and depicts the sunshine in October to the fullest. This momentum is passionate, and a monument stands in the east of the world. Moderns wrote a glorious chapter of the new China with vigorous hands, and the people proudly pointed out the country. The painful mother wiped away her tears and revealed her inner joy. The motherland bravely moved towards prosperity and eulogized our history. There is a myth of Pangu's creation, which shines with the light of life It eulogizes our history and the glory of the four great inventions and spreads in this barren land. It eulogizes our history, with the enlightenment of Laozi and Confucius, and the flame of thousands of years of civilization illuminates us. It eulogizes our historical National Day with the feeling of red flag dancing with the wind and bright lights. The whole country has celebrated for decades. Thousands of families are smiling. The salute to celebrate the 55th anniversary of the National Day shocked the world, and the five-star red flag was like rosy clouds. The glorious course has attracted worldwide attention, and the land of China is full of flowers. After the reform and opening up, the motherland is galloping. Today, the map of war and flood is exhibited again, and the brilliant prospect is praised by the world. Looking at today, it is even more impressive after the storm.
3. What are the poems about sixty jiazi?
1. Zhengyuan Shuhuai
Year: Song Author: Cheng
Jiazi has been handed down for 60 years, with new calendars on his hands.
In order to know yourself and feel mysterious, it is better to stay away from the cold in the world.
Being a widow in Qu Boyu, I promised Yan Rui Zen.
Hometown undecided, west to Japan. Count the rafters when you meet a good mountain.
2. "On the third day of Jiazi rain, Fang Lichun will snow the next day."
Year: Song Author: Fang Hui
I'm older than crimson, over 360.
It's rainy, sunny and dry, and I often complain about books and cards.
It rained for three days in Xinzheng, but there was no wax in spring.
Reasoning is white and arrogant, and there is an inch of snow on the eaves of Mingdan.
It's a pity to witness it all my life.
Soldiers slaughter bones and lean on them, and epidemics bury the tombs of the market.
Even if I take off the ghost record, no one will know that I am embarrassed.
At this point, how can I be sorry for the old days, the night pillow dream is thrilling.
Although be careful not to be particularly bad, your rice price was not high that year.
Since you refuse to learn from greedy officials, you frown and shrug.
3. "Title and label"
Year: Song Author: Fang Hui
Yonghe became ugly in nine years, and every family has posted it so far.
A piece of paper stays in Zhaoling, and the copy of the universe is immortal.
Jiazi has been circulating for 16 weeks, and it is not long before it is nearly a thousand years old.
The word "20" is my humble opinion. Whoever drew this picture praised the wonderful hand.
I can learn from Jin people and take Zhuangzi as the six classics.
Similar to each other, Lanting left a lacquer garden.
The seven emotions should be static and dynamic, and everything should be gathered and dispersed in one breath.
If you are extremely happy, you will die, and suddenly you will open and close the wind.
Less words are not painful, and fear of old age, illness and death.
After cleaning up Shi's thoughts, I'm worried about his chestnuts.
Yan Pu is happy and sad, and once he dies, he is born again.
Seek long and gentle. In short, calligraphy is famous for thousands of years.
4. "Ambassador Shouyun"
Year: Song Author: Qin An
Fat girl, speaking English relatively, said that she ate cows in those days.
Sixty reopened Jiazi, eight thousand spring and autumn rich.
5. "Five cups on January 1st, seven years"
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Celebrate the lazy, meet late.
Don't you think you died on vacation?
All the old people are worried about the new year, and the rest are happy to enter the spring.
Seventh, there are few people.
Three glasses of blue tail wine and a plate of chewing gum.
No one argued with me except Cui Changshi.
Today, Wu and Luo happily recall each other.
Do you know if you have a dream? It's past your birth year.
[Yu sixty-two years old and Suzhou Liu Langzhong. ]
Where is Cui, the same age, the same year as Du.
[Yu is the same age as Cui Xianggong Jia of the official department and Du Xianggong.
A few years. Both of them died in autumn and winter. ]
There should be no hiding place, only pleasure.
4. Poetry praising 60 years
White as Snow
That is the flower that has fallen from the vicissitudes of time.
A bent body is a bow.
That's the energy stored by the old man of time
Hands are like wood.
That is the fruit that Shennong has given us for continuous harvest.
Eyes like yellow beads.
That is a colorful color given by God.
The tentacles of the years are crawling all over the forehead.
The river of time flows through blood vessels.
Through snow and blood red
We are growing.
It snows heavily.
You are the last piece in the snow.
Mottled red leaves
Life will run out.
You are the last star in the sky.
Tears of a meteor
Your hair is white, not snow.
Your body is bent, it is a bow.
That snowflake is the flower that vicissitudes shed for you.
That bow is the strength that time old man saved for you.
Your hands are slow. This is a seeder.
Your eyes are used to take pictures.
That seeder is the fruit that Shennong keeps harvesting for you.
The camera is a colorful world given to you by God.
When the tentacles of time climb over your forehead
Through your white hair, I am growing.
When the river of time flows through your veins
I'm growing through your whole body.
When it snowed, who made the last red leaf?
At the end of my life, who would like to keep you for a look?
Poetry about the motherland in the past 5.60 years
But with strange love,
The reasons in my heart can't be overcome.
The glory of bloodshed,
Unreachable faith and piety,
Ancient sacred legends,
Can't arouse any comforting desire.
But I like it—for some reason—
Her vast grassland is cold and silent,
Her boundless for swayed with that wind,
Her river runs like the tide.
I like driving a carriage in the country,
Looking at the curtain hanging down in the night sky calmly,
It suddenly occurred to me that I wanted to find a place to live.
Looking forward to the bright lights of the wilderness village.
I like burning stubble and curling smoke.
I like to spend the night with a team of grassland motorcades.
I like a pair of silver birch trees,
Stand upright on a hill in a yellow field.
I am full of joy that no one knows.
I saw a lot of grain piled up on the threshing floor.
I saw the hut covered with straw,
Guards with shutters and carvings.
I think on a dewy holiday night,
Gossip of drunken farmers,
Look at stamping and boxing.
6. Write a poem about the 60th anniversary of the founding of China.
I love the flowers of my motherland in October,
She's smart,
Because she is in my heart.
There are 56 incense-
Ah, this fragrance is unforgettable in my heart for four seasons.
From the peach blossoms in the north in spring,
In the severe winter, the smell of rice and flowers in Hainan is fragrant.
From the mountain village of Fujian where litchi trees are full in summer,
In autumn, the grapes are ripe and the fruits in Turpan are full of fragrance. ...
Colorful flowers bloom every day,
Harvest is in sight,
Among these perfumes,
I saw the most beautiful sight-
Her snow white and green,
As beautiful as the clear sky at dawn,
Hope for the future ...
Motherland, I am proud of your motherland. I'm proud of you. I am a towering China watch, which makes my tall and straight body covered with the morning light. When Tiananmen Square is towering, it makes the wind and cloud greet the rising sun. In the ears of history, there came the rumbling echo of salute, which was the echo of the vicissitudes of China. A giant looked down at the world, and his loud voice was heard by the whole world, and the people of China * *. 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 embodies grandeur and depicts the sunshine in October to the fullest. This momentum is passionate, and a monument stands in the east of the world. Moderns wrote a glorious chapter of the new China with vigorous hands, and the people proudly pointed out the country. The painful mother wiped away her tears and revealed her inner joy. The motherland bravely moved towards prosperity and eulogized our history. There is a myth of Pangu's creation, which shines with the 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 wisdom of Laozi and Confucius. The flame of thousands of years of civilization has illuminated us and eulogized our history. (3) I can't help loving my motherland. My country never dislikes me. I study hard and work hard to make my motherland more and more beautiful. There is nothing that doesn't love my motherland. My motherland is a very warm home. I share my worries for my motherland and try to be a useful person. No matter how I live, I can't help loving my motherland. My motherland will always belong to me. For me, I will always belong to my motherland. No matter how I live this life, I can't help loving my motherland. My motherland makes me rich, and my strength is infinite. (4) Up, up, up to the height of public concern. Although there are no stormy waves, there is an overwhelming momentum in the ups and downs, and there is a thunderous force stirring. It has risen, and everything is intoxicated at this height! What a bright red height, dignity dominates China from here, how powerful, confident and smiling at the scenery from the light of the five-pointed star, everything grows in passion, and self-confidence is getting stronger and stronger ... What a heroic feeling, expecting to breed beauty from this romance, and the descendants of the dragon stand by and watch, expecting to be more and more tough ... rising, rising, and improving the amazing eyes of the world. This bright five-star red flag has been flying for half a century, showing the elegance of China! Facing the national flag and the mountains, stand up; Water, living; Oh, my God, open it wider! Facing the national flag, every life is solemn and sacred, extending along the road under the national flag. Flying national flag, you are my sleepless emotion. ...
7. Poetry about the 60th anniversary of the founding of People's Republic of China (PRC).
Light up all the lights
Light coal, firewood, anything that can burn.
Motherland, I want to see the steep mountains clearly.
The softness of water and the vastness of the earth.
I also want to see the faint mist in the steep.
The hardness contained in femininity and the vastness in vastness.
Let it seep into my blood.
Motherland, let me flow, let me boil
Let me pass through all your villages and cities.
Run on horseback
It's written on the wings of an eagle flying
I am an injured person and a happy person.
I am a real person and a fictional person.
Dusk, sweeping leaves, dust shadow.
In the morning, the grass is covered and the petals are bright.
I cry in your memory.
Like a stingy child; I am in your dream.
Sing softly, like a wise old man.
Motherland, now, I am lying in your broad palm.
Like a dewdrop, it has been touched by your wrinkles for thousands of years.
I am crystal clear and shining.
I updated the texture of fate, starting from the grass tip.
Walking around Qian Shan, life is as warm as spring in bloom.
Immersed in countless lines of poetry.
Whenever the wind blows, the bell full of love rings. ...