I walk on your land, with the steps you gave me.
I swam in your river, and I used the memory you gave me.
I don't use words in my country.
Open your eyes. It's all your face. Listen attentively, it's all your voice.
Morning is the morning of Song Ci, and dusk is the dusk of Tang Poetry.
The rain lane is the rain lane of Chu, and the wind and waves are the wind and waves of Saibei.
Standing up is the ancient Xuanyuan tree and the Great Wall.
It is also the site of indomitable spirit and generations.
You are a mother, I don't need to express my gratitude.
You are a lover, which makes me feel warm.
I read.
The philosophy of ancient Greece, the theory of France, the lawn of the White House, the masonry of Red Square.
Marx's beard Edison's lamp Whitman's straw hat Jehovah's finger
Cann't change it
My body is the body of China people.
My ancestors and family breathed the air of China and drank the sweet spring of China.
My veins are filled with the wisdom of Confucius, the grief and indignation of Qu Yuan and the justice of Wen Tianxiang.
We spin cotton.
We grow rice.
We trawled for fish.
Generation after generation died of old age on any mountain you choose.
Take a stroll on any of your lawns.
Cry, like falling in love with handsome men, singing and running.
Write a letter and date and spend the four seasons in the shadow of your ancestors.
Chinese history
Pain is the pain of China people.
Shame is the shame of China people.
Chinese culture
A dictionary is a national dictionary.
Idiom is an idiom of China.
We draw ink on rice paper and paint on porcelain.
Entertain guests with tea
Exchange kindness for kindness.
Call for peace with peace
Bearing is our ancient allusion.
The people are our eternal heroes.
War or construction
Disappeared in front of you
Ruined the glory
The Yellow River will never dry up.
Mount Tai no longer has a faint mark.
When life is like a meteor in your history.
I will give you all my love.
My motherland doesn't need words!
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
The will to fight is surging
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
★ Poem 2 praising the motherland ★:
Ode to the Motherland
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Time carries the footsteps of history.
The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization.
I walked at the beginning of the century.
Think of the motherland, full of passion
Motherland-
here
I play a song for you.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the accumulation of a thousand years of history.
The confluence of civilizations.
You are the waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River.
Snow covers the Tianshan Mountains.
You are dignified and profound.
Broad and broad
The surging river is your breath.
The boiling ocean is your blood.
You are the theme of the world.
Is everything in my life.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the cry of Tiananmen Gate.
The flaming flame of socialism
You are the horn of the people's revolution.
Sailing through the wind and waves
You are strong and confident.
Progress and avantgarde
The grand blueprint of socialism activates your wisdom.
The steaming rising sun in the east, generate, your vitality.
You are the creator of the world.
Socialist practitioner
Motherland, motherland-
You are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast.
A touch of sunrise in Luohu village
You are the railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
A Group of Derricks in Tarim Oilfield
You are far-sighted.
The boldness of execution stems from superb skills.
The great changes in the small fishing village prove your courage.
People's smiles are about your greatness
Motherland-
You created life.
Change the world
Motherland, motherland-
You are the flag of world peace.
Messenger of human civilization and progress
You are a soldier who defends the truth
A mother raising a child.
You are honest and caring.
Strong and kind
People all over the world admire your mind.
China children appreciate your maternal love.
Motherland-
You soothed the human suffering in the war.
Brought the dawn of peace
Motherland, motherland-
You have traveled through a thousand years of history and the world civilization.
You have always known that you are determined to live for Intel forever.
You are kind and caring, defending green peace.
We are proud to be your children.
We are proud of having such a motherland.
Motherland-
We are United with you.
We support you to move forward.
Your children firmly believe this.
The motherland's tomorrow will be better.
The world will have a better tomorrow.
The future of mankind is better.
★ Poems praising the motherland 3 ★:
Motherland! This poetic name
It permeates your every season.
That's a white dove under the blue sky.
Wake up on the first morning in October.
Ah! Motherland, I have loved you for too long. ...
October! my motherland
Please give me a flashlight.
I follow in your footsteps.
Let every dream flow with sweetness.
Let all sounds be covered with golden notes.
The day I approached you-
Please fill the sky with rosy clouds for me.
I want to inject eternal vitality into your growing troubles.
The first October is always full of echoes, like tears falling from flowers.
* * * The voice of America walks through your heart.
Extend to the most passionate melody
In my heart, you are more than just a green island to rest on.
You are my red cloud, rising with the beat.
Whether it's mountains, valleys, fields, trails or the sea.
Numerous failures and successes have enriched October.
Ah! homeland ...
Who is wearing the crown of October?
The first morning in October is in front of Tiananmen Square.
I feel the aftertaste of sweet-scented osmanthus and the sound of bumper harvest drums.
I recall the historical sound carved on white marble.
My mind has changed.
Flying clouds
vast territory of the motherland
How can I not cultivate my good character and integrity? !
The rising October has been contested in Qian Fan.
And my singing, my motherland.
Become a flock of flying white doves
Full of vibration
shake ...