Poems of the motherland's prosperity and strength
I am a Chinese nation,
Standing in the east of the world;
5,000 years of civilization,
The descendants of the Yellow Emperor will inherit forever;
From eating and drinking to slash and burn,
From knotting notes to writing inventions,
From dominance to contention of a hundred schools of thought. ......
We've come a long way,
Blood spilled all the way;
We stumbled,
All the way through the storm.
During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period,
Competing for the central plains, five tyrants and seven males.
Qin Ping's six countries are heroes.
But second, the soil solution collapsed;
Liu bang Xiang Yu, a generation of fierce,
Embattled on all sides, Qin abolished Han Xing;
After a long time, we will be separated, Shu Wei and Wu Sheng,
Strategy, Zhu Gekongming,
After three days of farewell, Sun Quan and Monroe,
Cao Yijia three, Jian 'an new style.
Keep a low profile, Sima Golden Boy,
North and South, Yang Jian Da Sui;
Keywords imperial examination sage, grand canal,
Kaiyuan Guan Zhen, trying to make great efforts,
Broad territory, openness and tolerance,
Poetry and songs, who is fighting the front;
Wei Wei Da Song, Wu Zhen Wen Chong,
Jingkang got revenge and ruined his future.
Yuan destroyed Ming Xing, prosperous and prosperous forever,
Corruption and pollution control, people and political integrity.
Seven voyages to the west, spreading civilization.
Manchu soldiers, break my Great Wall,
Closed door, political incompetence,
Opium war, cutting land to capacity.
Warlords scuffled, it was dark,
There is no peace in the country, and the people are not happy.
Sigh at the sky, who is the savior?
In the misty rain building of Nanhu Lake in Changsha, a red ship stopped at Shui Bo.
A few people on board were whispering, and the great * * * was born!
After 30 years of hard work and Excellence, the cannons in Tiananmen Square are developing vigorously.
In a word, the great leader Chairman Mao broke through the sky!
People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded!
Hundreds of millions of children are silent in tears.
Seventy years have passed in a blink of an eye,
70 spring, summer, autumn and winter.
We are full of joy and welcome the spring breeze.
Despite all the difficulties, we are not afraid of the heat.
We reap the fruits with gratitude,
We are confident to meet the cold winter!
The moon is cloudy and sunny,
People have joys and sorrows
As long as we firmly believe in the party and the motherland,
Any difficulty will float to the outside of the cloud nine!
The day after tomorrow is the birthday of the motherland.
I wrote a hymn for my country in the dark,
The degree of helplessness is limited,
The keyboard is broken,
Can't express my feelings,
Finally, I can only say one thing:
Motherland, we love you!
I wish you prosperity forever! ! !
Poems of the motherland's prosperity and strength
This song will be handed down forever.
A song will last forever.
Time flies.
Patriotism will remain in my heart forever.
Bless our motherland.
flourishing
I love you
China
Poems of the motherland's prosperity and strength
I love you, my motherland.
Here you are, my China.
I want to collect Guanguan pigeons and Yo Yo Luming Literature;
I want to describe the pale willow;
I want to pick up Qin bricks, Han tiles, Wei and Jin dynasties;
I want to sing Tang poetry and Song poetry, Xiaoling opera;
I want to play Hong Zhong Dalu, a friend of the harp;
I want to ponder:
Black and white and green scenery,
A sad love story,
Farewell, rain and dust,
Friendship between jade and pure ice.
I want to recall:
The thought of perching on paper,
Wandering and sighing in the moonlight,
And the desolation of camel bells on the Silk Road,
The elegance of apricot blossom and spring rain,
Besides:
Inadvertent extension,
Beautiful notes,
Here you are, my classic porcelain.
I want to use Li Sao's brushwork, the color of Dunhuang,
Dip in the wind of Xiao, adjust the clouds of frontier fortress,
Draw a bloody and tragic picture;
I want to cry silently with a red candle,
Build a homesick platform immortal for thousands of years,
Let the footsteps of crossing the south and returning to the north have a look and a landing point;
I want to use a bowl of blue and white porcelain.
A wave of angry yellow river water,
Nourish those numb and dry hearts;
I want to use the softest Jiangnan silk thread,
Sewing a mourning dress loyal to the country,
To men and women who go to war;
I want to use the iron plow on the loess plateau,
Cast a sword with the same hatred as my son,
I want to use earth and stone from three mountains and five mountains,
Tamp solid and solemn boundary markers,
There you are. How hard it is for me, China!
I am close to your heart and listen to your breath.
I cleaned it carefully and sewed it tightly.
For fear of abandoning a corner and becoming a ruin,
For fear of losing an exhortation, a letter from home,
Lest I forget a little pain, a period of hatred,
Afraid of missing a ray of light, a drop of love.
You told me to cherish this relationship and be affectionate,
I was buried in the ice muscle jade bone in the northland,
Smile and give it to kapok in southern Xinjiang;
The moral sentiments, temperament and manners you taught me,
I remain calm and open, neither humble nor supercilious;
Your back is staggering, and your face is vicissitudes.
But how can I not like you,
You are my warm and thick motherland!
I use my child's soft hands,
Dust off for you,
With clear eyes,
Looking at you affectionately,
There you are,
I was there,
We are all here!
How can I leave you,
It's a long way. My son and I are wearing the same robe.
Rivers and mountains, Wan Li, finally need a love,
I put the deepest one,
Here you are, my dear China!
Poems of the motherland's prosperity and strength