I am an old waterwheel worn by your river,
Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;
I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,
Do what you do in the tunnel of history;
I am the withered ear of rice, the disrepair roadbed;
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Stuff it on your shoulder,
-the motherland!
I'm poor,
I am sad.
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope,
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years,
-the motherland!
I am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;
I am your laughing nest with tears hanging;
I am the newly painted white starting line;
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-the motherland!
I'm one billionth of you,
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me;
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom;
-the motherland,
My dear motherland!
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
Surge of fighting spirit
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
If I want to sing,
I can sing "I love my motherland".
If I draw a picture,
I can draw my motherland.
If I want to write a poem,
I will write Praise the Motherland.
now
I am writing a poem.
I want to sing praises to my motherland,
Praise her for her beauty.
Because she treasures the Great Wall of Wan Li and the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of Qin Dynasty;
Because she is the mother of Suzhou and Hangzhou and Guilin;
Because she owns Xishuangbanna and Xisha Islands.
I want to sing praises to my motherland,
Praise her strength.
Because we have realized our space dream;
Because we succeeded in bidding for the Olympic Games;
Because we joined the WTO.
I want to sing praises to my motherland,
Praise her soul.
Because she breastfed Lei Feng and Lai Ning;
Because she trained Zhou Enlai and Deng Xiaoping;
Because she created Sima Qian and Xu Beihong.
Ah, the motherland!
Thousands of rivers are your floating hair,
The rolling mountains are your green blood,
The water in Dongting Lake is your bright eyes.
The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is your tough backbone.
Beijing is your beating heart,
Guilin landscape is an emerald on your head,
The earth dotted with plum trees and peonies is your clothes.
I want to be a poem, a painting, a song,
Praise you forever:
My mother, People's Republic of China (PRC).
Longteng, Tengfei, 2 1 century is the stage for your star.
Motherland, my dear motherland (poetry)
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
My dear motherland, I am proud of you (poetry)
When the magnificent huabiao,
Let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn,
When the majestic Tiananmen Square,
Let the clouds meet the rising sun.
The ear of history,
The salute rumbled,
An avalanche of echoes,
It is the echo of the changes in China.
A giant looks down at the world,
A loud voice,
The whole world heard it,
People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded!
When the first five-star red flag Ran Ran was raised,
Flag of victory,
Flying in the wind of the sky,
People looked up,
The whole world saw it,
The people of China have stood up since then!
This period of history embodies greatness,
Indulge in the sunshine in October,
This momentum is full of passion,
Built a monument to stand in the east of the world.
A glorious era,
With strong hands,
He wrote a glorious chapter of the new China,
People proudly pointed out the direction.
Suffering mother,
Wipe the tears from your eyes,
Show your inner joy, be happy sincerely,
The motherland bravely moves towards prosperity.
Praise our history,
There is a myth that Pangu created the world.
Generate the light that shines with life.
Praise our history,
There are four great inventions,
Sow on this barren land.
Praise our history,
With the wisdom of Laozi and Confucius,
The flame of thousands of years of civilization has illuminated us.
Praise our history,
Silk porcelain crossed the ocean,
Everyone knows that this belongs to our hometown.
Praise our history.
In the smoke,
A powerful terracotta army lineup.
Praise our history,
Standing in that solemn place,
The power of the Great Wall in Wan Li.
……
Praise our history,
Thousands of years of ancient land,
How many tragic stories have been left behind,
The century-old shame hat of the sick man of East Asia,
We finally threw it into the Pacific Ocean,
We have realized our dream of reorganizing rivers and mountains.
Fifty-four spring and autumn periods,
The splendid land is full of spirit.
Fifty-four spring and autumn periods,
Picturesque and poetic.
Fifty-four spring and autumn periods,
The roaring iron cow combed the sound of the field,
Roll up the joy and singing of harvest.
Fifty-four spring and autumn periods,
Oil-poor land supports the backbone of steel,
The oil derrick stands in the sand sea.
Fifty-four spring and autumn periods,
A rainbow across the Yangtze River,
The majestic Three Gorges Dam blocked thousands of miles.
Fifty-four spring and autumn periods,
"Two bombs" of red clouds pierced the sky,
Satellites travel in space.
Fifty-four spring and autumn periods,
The people's army is mighty and magnificent,
An iron wall to defend the motherland.
Fifty-four spring and autumn periods,
The people are riding the spring breeze of reform,
Realize the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.
……
Through our future,
In this sacred land,
Bob sends out the power to shake the world,
Brilliant face is shining with glory and pride.
Motherland,
I'm proud of you,
The splendid culture of the Chinese nation,
In the long history,
Stir in my chest forever.
Motherland,
I'm proud of you,
In this wonderful and magical land,
The hope of soaring has sprouted again.
The giant pen of history will write your glory in the new century!
October of the motherland (ode to the motherland)
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 beautiful 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 ...
Dedicated to my dear motherland.
Motherland,
Your five thousand years,
It is full of countless controversies.
Fearless again and again, failed again and again,
Outline the unchanging spirit of China.
We,
Survived in your mind for 5 thousand years,
So,
There is a Chinese soul that will remain unchanged for five thousand years.
Your territory is vast and powerful,
Like the cock singing at dawn.
Leap again and again, gallop again and again,
You have finally become a giant of the East.
We,
Growing up on your shoulders for 5 thousand years,
So,
In temperament, there is a kind of "diligence" that has remained unchanged for five thousand years.
For 5,000 years,
You are still full of youth,
Five thousand years later, you are still enthusiastic.
We,
It's been five thousand years since I followed in your footsteps,
So,
Witnessed your five thousand years of vicissitudes.
You're lost, you're depressed,
But at 1949, there was a huge national roar.
It makes the world shake;
1978 a spring thunder,
Opened the door to the world.
On your vast and beautiful grassland,
Sheep are like pearls covered with green velvet;
In your promising field,
The rolling wheat waves dyed the world golden.
On your winding coast,
A fresh fish is full of fishing nets;
In your dense forest,
Everywhere is the pillar of the future of the motherland.
When the bell of the new century rings,
The eyes of the whole world are watching you.
I saw it,
The fruitful harvest bent the branches;
I saw it,
The machine is turning freely and happily.
I saw it,
Satellites and spaceships shine with the light of the sun;
I saw it,
The genetic code leads us into the hall of natural science.
We have ushered in a colorful era with you.
We entered a brand-new moderns with you.
We understand,
Our shoulders will support your hope for tomorrow;
We know that,
Our hands will create your future glory.
Motherland,
We will definitely let you
Standing forever
-East of the world!
National day short poem: praise the motherland, praise the motherland.
autumn wind
Give off a faint fragrance.
Chrysanthemum in frost
Give a piece of wheat straw a season
Kiss the afterglow of the sunset
Love overflows gentle eyes.
Look at the fields calmly.
Passionate poems [National Day short poems: praise the motherland, praise the motherland.
Listen to the gurgling of the Yellow River.
A history bearing countless sufferings
Watch the river with high sediment concentration.
How many memories have you accumulated?
In a state of ruin
This is your old face
The hardships of childhood
Left an indelible mark [national day short poem: praise the motherland, praise the motherland.
Experienced hardships and hardships
Half a century of fighting
A far-reaching and long flow
Footprints of 5,000-year civilization
A long historical process
The heroic waves rolling in the past
The strings of time
Play today's brilliant melody
Poems praising the motherland
You dyed my hair black with ink,
You put roses on my lips,
You whiten my skin with pear blossoms,
You wash my cheeks with apples.
I love your motherland.
You taught me manners,
You taught me all the subjects,
You taught me the ups and downs,
You are like a teacher,
Teach us hard.
I love your motherland.
You have magnificent mountains and rivers,
You have dense forests,
This river is your blood,
The mountain is your skeleton.
I love your motherland.
Motherland, I thrive in your arms,
Motherland, I play on you,
I love you, motherland! I love you, Zhonghua!
You will always be beautiful in my heart,
You will always be prosperous in my eyes,
I love your motherland!
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National day short poem: praise the motherland, praise the motherland.
autumn wind
Give off a faint fragrance.
Chrysanthemum in frost
Give a piece of wheat straw a season
Kiss the afterglow of the sunset
Love overflows gentle eyes.
Look at the fields calmly.
Passionate poems [National Day short poems: praise the motherland, praise the motherland.
Listen to the gurgling of the Yellow River.
A history bearing countless sufferings
Watch the river with high sediment concentration.
How many memories have you accumulated?
In a state of ruin
This is your old face
The hardships of childhood
Left an indelible mark [national day short poem: praise the motherland, praise the motherland.
Experienced hardships and hardships
Half a century of fighting
A far-reaching and long flow
Footprints of 5,000-year civilization
A long historical process
The heroic waves rolling in the past
The strings of time
Play today's brilliant melody
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homeland ...
I am a bird.
Fly in your vast sky
Sometimes you are cloudy, sometimes it rains.
The sunshine will never disappear.
I am a small fish.
Blue waves that travel through your sky
Sometimes you are calm, sometimes you fall down.
Finally give it back to me.
homeland ...
What a touching sentence this is.
Smile kindly like a mother.
As touching as lovers' complaints.
You are my lush shade in spring.
You are my golden harvest in autumn.
You are my cool summer breeze.
You are my warm bonfire in winter.
homeland ...
Thinking of you.
My heartstrings can't help trembling.
Songs flow on the strings
Sneak into the gurgling river
Thinking of you.
I can't feel calm.
Thoughts feather into light clouds.
Fly high into the sky and float to the earth.
Overlooking the vast mountains and rivers
homeland ...
You are my childhood dream.
Under the wandering oil lamp
The mysterious and confusing story of the old grandmother
It's on the dock where you're going.
Father's tearful exhortation
You are the soil of your hometown.
So rich and simple
You are a forest of steles carved by ancestors.
Condense wisdom and blood and tears.
You are the plank road of the Three Gorges cliff.
Break and dig again
You are the dam by the Yellow River.
Rebuild after collapse
You are a sailboat.
Throughout history, young people have never fallen.
Through thousands of beaches and valleys
homeland ...
You're not just a picture.
A map shaped like a rooster
It is not a combination of several slogans.
You are history, you are reality.
You've been handed down from generation to generation.
Hope and sustenance
Among the unearthed bronzes and pottery
Have your mottled and rich memory
In the towering buildings.
Have your high-spirited style.
Your sigh is so deep and long
Your call is so irresistible
homeland ...
I mourn for you.
I used to be proud of you.
I suffer for you.
I was happy for you.
You are a seed.
Germinate in your heart and smoke leaves.
Grow into a leafy tree
You will never wither, you will never fall.
Because of your roots
Has been deeply rooted in my soul.
Into my blood, into my bones.
homeland ...
When you are sad and confused
I call you again and again.
You are the trend of cleaning up pollution.
Put the surging passion
Fill my heart
You teach me love and truth.
Even in the face of the noose
And you can't put your sincere conscience
surrender
Live for a day
I will love you wholeheartedly for one day.
Until I turn into flying dust
homeland ...
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National day short poem: praise the motherland, praise the motherland.
autumn wind
Give off a faint fragrance.
Chrysanthemum in frost
Give a piece of wheat straw a season
Kiss the afterglow of the sunset
Love overflows gentle eyes.
Look at the fields calmly.
Passionate poems [National Day short poems: praise the motherland, praise the motherland.
Listen to the gurgling of the Yellow River.
A history bearing countless sufferings
Watch the river with high sediment concentration.
How many memories have you accumulated?
In a state of ruin
This is your old face
The hardships of childhood
Left an indelible mark [national day short poem: praise the motherland, praise the motherland.
Experienced hardships and hardships
Half a century of fighting
A far-reaching and long flow
Footprints of 5,000-year civilization
A long historical process
The heroic waves rolling in the past
The strings of time
Play today's brilliant melody