Walking from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves, I am a swallow in the sea breeze;
Walking from the vast grassland, I am a young eagle soaring under the blue sky;
Walking from the loess slope with seven ditches and eight beams, I am Shandandan, who is fresh and tender by the Yellow River.
Ah! I hope China will grow up. We are teenagers in China!
The winding Yellow River has taught me perseverance,
The vast Kunlun Mountain taught me to stand tall,
What taught me to be pure was the snowflakes in the north,
What warms me is the red cotton in southern Xinjiang.
Dragon's hometown, the cradle of the nation, beautiful mountains and rivers, our home.
Feel the heroic spirit of Water Margin and Three Kingdoms in bold and dignified square characters;
In the picturesque poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, you can appreciate the bells of Qiao Feng and the lonely smoke in the desert.
In grandma's ballads, she babbled, and the story of Nu Wa and Dayu lingered in my ears.
Stumbling in grandpa's arms, Dongzi and Lei Feng's footsteps led me forward.
Chinese descendants, Chinese children, black eyes and yellow skin, their appearance has not changed.
At the end of May, the heart chased the soul of poetry with the dragon boat.
Mid-Autumn Festival in August, when the moon is full, I miss you.
At the Aobao meeting, archery and wrestling showed the tenacity of small herders;
Holding Hada in my hand, singing and dancing, I send my blessing to my friends.
The beauty of the East nourishes the descendants of the dragon, and the culture of 5,000 years is rooted in our hearts.
We remember the merits and demerits of Chinese mother, not to mention her sufferings. The yellow river tracker can't pull the question mark-like body straight,
The ancient bricks of the Great Wall can't stop the shrapnel of foreign guns.
Ah! It is the spark in July, the boat in South Lake, that makes the oriental lion rise from the nightmare.
The blood of pioneers revived the frozen soil for thousands of years, and China only showed the smiling face of youth.
The Story of Spring resounded all over the country, China! Opened a brand-new picture.
Today, history and the future will be welded by us, and the baton of the times will be passed on by us, standing at a new starting line and answering loudly:
Teenagers should write more wonderful China poems! Fifty-six flowers are in full bloom, decorating the Wan Li Garden.
Let the heroes of our ancestors proudly marvel:
Ah! This is my China! This is China boy!
★ A poem praising the motherland ★:
A breezy autumn wind! Blow, blow!
I want to praise the flowers of my motherland.
I want to praise my flowery motherland!
Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers,
Yellow in gold, white in jade, green in spring, purple in autumn,
... and blow everything away,
Blow colorful, filled the sky, spread all over the earth!
★ Poem 2 praising the motherland ★:
Motherland, my dear motherland.
I/am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus;
I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter;
I am a new/snow-white starting line;
Yes/crimson dawn
Be/spray;
-the motherland!
I'm one billionth of you,
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
You/with scarred breasts
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me;
Then/from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom;
-the motherland,
My dear/motherland!
★ Poems praising the motherland 3 ★:
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
★ Poetry praising the motherland 4 ★:
Ode to the Motherland
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 5 ★:
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
Trembling ... modern poetry & gt breezy autumn wind! Blow, blow!
I want to praise the flowers of my motherland.
I want to praise my flowery motherland!
Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers,
Yellow in gold, white in jade, green in spring, purple in autumn,
... and blow everything away,
Blow colorful, filled the sky, spread all over the earth! (Give the score ↖ (ω) ↗ o (∩ _ ∩) o ~ directly)