The strong wind withered the green trees overnight, but it could not extinguish the eternal flame of youth; The cold dew on the ground can't condense your beautiful capital of China! The greeting of the new year hides the old year under the slippery tip of the past day and is full of long-term concerns. I feel that the flowers that have been lingering for a long time in the New Year have gone for a walk, quietly and quietly lighting the lights of the motherland. Your five thousand years are full of countless disputes. Fearless again and again, frustrated again and again, outlined the unchanging spirit of China.
We have lived in your mind for five thousand years, so there is a Chinese soul in your bones that will remain unchanged for five thousand years. Your territory is vast and full of vitality, like a rooster crowing at dawn.
Leap again and again, gallop again and again, and you finally stand as an oriental giant. We have grown up on your shoulders for 5,000 years, and therefore, 5,000 years of constant "diligence" is engraved in our temperament.
Five thousand years later, you are still young, and five thousand years later, you are still enthusiastic. We have followed your footsteps for five thousand years, so we have witnessed your vicissitudes for five thousand years.
You have been lost and depressed, but the national roar of 1949 shocked the world. A spring thunder of 1978 opened the door to the world. On your vast and beautiful grassland, sheep are covered with pearl-like green velvet; In your hopeful field, the rolling waves of wheat dye the world golden.
On your winding coast, a fresh fish is stuffed with fishing nets; In your lush forest, there are pillars of the future of the motherland everywhere. When the bell of the new century rings, the eyes of the whole world are focused on you.
I saw the fruitful harvest bending the branches; I saw the machine turning freely and happily. I see satellites and spaceships shining with sunlight; I saw the genetic code lead us into the hall of natural science.
We have ushered in a colorful era with you, and we have entered a brand-new and brilliant era with you. We understand that our shoulders will support your hope for tomorrow; We know that our hands will create your future glory.
Motherland, we will make you stand in the east of the world forever! 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.
2. Ask for a poem about modern history, about 300 words, about the old country.
Sink into a deep pool
As heavy as those stones.
You wrote the words into history.
Turn the river.
What is the temperature in Bloom?
Urge the rise and fall of dynasties
Crows are drums.
The emperor spins silk like a silkworm.
Weave you a long roll.
There are beautiful women everywhere
Escort the inner voyage
Blue light opens a corner of the dream.
You grabbed the flame.
Into heavy snow.
Bring wine to the wind
You grow old with China.
The corridor runs through spring and autumn.
Stranger at the door
Knock on the door.
This is a song in "North Island Blue Lantern", written by a foreigner.
3. Farewell to Cambridge by Xu Zhimo, an ancient modern poem in China.
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
Xu zhimo
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!
The pool under the shade of the elm tree is not a clear spring.
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
4. China's ancient and modern spring poems: Zhang Kejiu's double tones, the overture and spring thoughts of Qingjiang River, the weeping willow of the oriole outside the door, the rain clears, the spring can disappear for a few days, and the pear flower is ill.
Summer: Baipu double tone, victory music, summer heat, sunflower hair, nose-scented lotus. Lanzhou cable hangs down, so it should only be assigned to the canopy by auxiliary pillow.
Autumn: Wang Wei: Autumn Night Melody The first autumn dew in Guipo is slightly exposed, but Luo has lost weight and hasn't changed his clothes yet. Andrew worked hard all night, but she was afraid to leave the room and couldn't bear to go back! Winter: Li Bai: Four o'clock at midnight Song: The winter song courier will leave the next day. She was told that she had been sewing a samurai costume all night.
Thin hands are cold, not to mention the cold scissors for cutting clothes. When the work is finished, she sends it far away. When will it reach the town where the warrior stays? ? Festivals: Wang Wei: On holiday in the mountains, I think of my brothers in Shandong, who are strangers in a foreign land, and miss their 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. Homesickness: Li Bai: Think that the foot of the bed is so bright, will there be frost? On a quiet night.
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Friendship: Farewell to the viceroy and want to leave Shu, separated by the wall of Sanqin and the fog of five rivers.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel. Patriotism: Wen Tianxiang: It's a hard journey across the ocean, and there are many places around him.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history. The other two categories: (1) Philosophy: Zhu: When reading a book, I feel that half an acre of square pond has been opened, and the sky is high and the clouds are light.
Why is the water in the pond so clear? Come for the source of living water! (2) mourning: Yuan Zhen: bereavement of his wife, eternal amber. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.