The poems about my love for the motherland are as follows:
1. "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty
After a hard encounter, only a few stars fell in the sky.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs, and the rain and the rain are scattered.
Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.
2. "The Second Song of Shooting with Zhang Pu" Tang Lulun
The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes at night.
In order to drive Qingqi away, heavy snow covered the bow and knife.
3. "Crossing the Fortress" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty
The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty passed, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.
But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Huma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountains.
4. "On the Military March" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty
The snow-capped mountains are covered with long clouds in Qinghai, and the isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.
The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
5. "Summer Quatrains" Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
He was born as a hero, and died as a ghost.
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
6. "On the Military March" by Yang Jiong of the Tang Dynasty
The beacon light shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy in my heart.
Yazhang bid farewell to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circled Dragon City.
The snow is dark, the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is heavy with the sound of drums.
It is better to be a centurion than a scholar.
7. "Youth Journey" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Born as an official in the Han Dynasty, Yu Linlang, he first fought with the hussar in Yuyang.
Who knows how painful it is to go to the side court? Even if you die, you can still smell the fragrance of the chivalrous bones.
8. "Yong Yu Le · Nostalgia for the Past in Guting, Bei Jingkou" Song·Xin Qiji
Throughout the ages, there are no heroes to be found, and Sun Zhong seeks a place. On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
Yuanjia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum. Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?
9. "Broken Array" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty
Watching the sword while drunk, I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. Eight hundred miles away, the troops under his command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield being ordered in autumn.
The horse is flying fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain.
10. "The River is Red" by Yue Fei of the Song Dynasty
He was so angry that he leaned against the railing, and the misty rain stopped. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and it will be so sad!
Jingkang’s shame is still not over. When will the hatred of the ministers be extinguished? Drive a long car and cross the gap in Helan Mountain! The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.
Let's start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!