Modern national day poems 1
The red flag of blood remains unchanged. At that time, the martyrs died in the national disaster, as if they were dead, just for the sake of beautiful mountains and rivers and blooming flowers. The sons and daughters of China are full of joy and lofty aspirations. Why are they afraid to travel long distances, throw bullets into the forest and forget their own lives? In exchange for this, a sunny day, an ordinary yard, a bumper harvest of corn and sorghum, several dishes, a pot of wine, and a happy time. Let's comfort our spirits with a glass of wine and invite them to bathe in the autumn wind and smell the chrysanthemums.
Modern National Day Poetry II
The jujube trees one by one are blushing with laughter, and the distance between heaven and earth is wider. You can let the plane sail and draw a white track to prove it.
10/day, a memorable and proud day, firecrackers sounded in the sky in the morning, and I got up early. Because it is National Day, I can't sleep late, and I fantasize about standing in the square and watching the red flag flying.
Or climb Mount Tai to watch the red sun break through the stratus clouds and watch the big ship go out to sea in the east, but I can't live without the land and my blood is boiling. I want to play with people and clean together in my own way: clean the table and mop the floor.
Clean the yard, clean the front and back of the house, and clean the front of the house. Then, we will play with dates and taste the sweet autumn. Great happiness belongs to us. People born on the yellow land can see us everywhere.
Modern National Day Poetry 3
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. I deeply love my motherland, I deeply love my motherland, my beating heart has been beating for five thousand years, I deeply love my motherland, and the surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I deeply love my motherland, and my yellow skin is printed with the colors left by my ancestors. I deeply love my motherland.
Modern National Day Poetry 4
Motherland, you have gone through an extraordinary 62 years, like a baby growing into a prime of life. Today, you are full of vigor and vitality. You have had hardships and laughter. After rough times, tomorrow will be better.
Over the past 62 years, you have undergone earth-shaking changes. The people are getting richer and stronger. You have United the hearts of Chinese people all over the world! You have won the respect of the world.
Now you are full of energy and have entered the new century. Today, in this festive festival, I sincerely say to you, hello, motherland! The song written for the motherland, autumn wind, sends faint fragrance, chrysanthemums in frost, presents patches of wheatgrass in a season, kisses the afterglow of the sunset, and love overflows gentle eyes, looking at the fields peacefully, flying passionately to poetry, listening to the gurgling of the Yellow River, carrying the history of countless sufferings, and watching the rivers and sands sink.
How many unforgettable memories you have accumulated are all your old face and childhood hardships, leaving an indelible mark. After half a century of fighting, the footprints of 5,000 years of civilization and the long river of history are rolling the heroic waves of the past and the strings of time, playing today's brilliant melody.