Praise the motherland and recite the article 0 1 "Love my motherland from the heart! 》
Wang Shiguang
( 1)
Early in the morning, standing under a high stone tablet.
Calm pines and cypresses have a strong personality.
I, an unknown poet.
Write this group of poems against the breeze.
This is a group of affectionate poems.
To the martyrs,
To the bright five-star red flag
For my country.
Come to the general's grave
Also stood in the battlefield filled with smoke.
I saw this in the loud charge.
The brave soldier fell in the gunfire.
I see bright red blood flowing.
I feel a force rushing inside and outside me.
Sit down,
Tears filled my eyes.
Sitting on this slope in the war
Look up at the blue sky
My soul is in a cloud.
Hear lasting passion
That is a rich and profound song.
Raise in the wind, a song
This opened my complex.
I often walk here.
Look at the pine and cypress standing solemnly.
Red soil,
Green plants are growing.
Similarly,
And grow the truest memories.
In that inspiring song
My dream,
Still galloping on the battlefield
It's hard to forget: for the new China, March! ?
(2)
The wind in spring is still a little cold.
But who will miss the season of publicizing life?
From the city to the countryside, every new species and life
Keep smiling with an original truth.
I saw some earth-shattering things.
Come out of a crack in the rock.
I saw blood rising in the grass.
Today, look back.
I stand at the peak of history.
Look at the roaring river, the angry nation.
I saw an unyielding soul burning with unyielding flame.
Yes, we never give in to fate.
We came from the dust and walked through the smoke.
History has written us in bright red blood.
Motherland, I woke up from the morning like this.
Not for feelings and tears.
Blew out a cavity of blood
Just protect your dignity with my bleeding heart.
Make your mind and body complete and unified.
Just on a deserted hillside
Write a poem and plant a tree.
At this moment, I held my head high.
In front of my motherland, I feel
My weakness has become strong.
Me, flowers and any birds.
Can wander in the river of life.
Or die in the forefront of national peril?
Indeed, we have no room for hesitation.
(3)
There is no boundary between pure May and warm June.
I picked up a cup of crimson liquid.
Welcome the bright moonlight and the loud sun.
The music played and the celebration songs danced.
There is a hand rising in the undulating echo.
Blue waves rippled in the sky, condensing passion.
My motherland! A cry broke out from the goblet.
At the moment, I don't want to call my motherland? Mom?
Because in front of the motherland, I am too small and humble.
I am just an unknown poet, just like a country child.
Often awakened by some tender buds in spring.
They green every growing story in my heart.
So I learned to climb, run, think and mature.
I learned to pose like a river with tears in my eyes and a smile.
So, I traveled all over the country.
Your towering mountains and rushing rivers
Vast fields, boundless grasslands
Motherland, children of my motherland.
I touched your strong and determined bones.
Has quietly entered your life.
Until the depths of your blood
Then I began to think of myself as a seed.
Water, Poetry and Life
Plant on the land of the motherland
So, I use the purest voice.
Announce to the boundless sky
Am I a grass of the motherland, or
Red sorghum matured in autumn.
(4)
My country, if possible.
I also want to be an unknown poet.
Tap with my stiff fingers.
Poems that have been sleeping for thousands of years
And the purest heart in poetry.
I feel your spirit with a look up.
Your noble soul
The wet morning breeze swept over my face.
I feel you fall like a flower.
My beloved motherland!
You let a soul tell its strength in pain.
Facing the morning sun,
Facing the sea alone
You brought me into the cycle of time and years.
Let my heart fill with silence,
be overwhelmingly ambitious
Love you deeply! my motherland
I'd rather be a clever bird.
Shuttle between the ancient riverbed and the modern fields.
Shuttle between the lines of blood.
This is a thinking bird, a bird from daydreaming.
With a cavity of loyalty to you and love without regret.
To spread your open mind and great love.
Why do I often have tears in my eyes?
Because I love my motherland from the bottom of my heart
Because I love this land deeply!
I love sunset, countryside, bonfires, wheat fields and sheep.
And horses that graze freely
Standing under the burning sky, my thoughts
My warmest tears and my blood are boiling!
Praise the motherland and recite the manuscript 02 "My Motherland"
navigate by water/air
You are the dragon that took off in nine days.
The waves are in full bloom.
You are the spring rain in the clouds.
Be in love.
Thousands of years of cultural customs
Become the soul of my country.
Venus flashing on the national flag
It is the tears of the revolutionary predecessors.
The course of development and progress in various places
Left a mark on the land of China
The fertility of the land in that hometown
It has nurtured a vast and populous country.
A spaceship soaring in the universe
It is the crystallization of countless intelligent explorations.
Watching the national flag flying in space
The tears of hundreds of millions of people moistened their eyes.
This is my motherland.
The horn of reform and opening-up resounded through every corner.
Thirty years of joint efforts
It is generally believed that it has become a powerful country in the world.
This is my motherland.
There is a pulse of uniting people of all ethnic groups.
The baptism of disasters again and again
It has shaped the national soul that is firmly grasped.
This is my motherland.
Blood flowed into her heart.
Xiangyun piaowu world
A blazing flame came out.
This is my motherland.
Let our new generation of young people dedicate themselves.
Shoulder important tasks
Sing a song that resounds through the sky
This is my motherland.
My love for her has been deeply branded into my bones.
I am willing to give everything for her.
Ah! My beloved motherland
Zu Guosong recited draft 03 "Bless you, my motherland"
I was a little girl
My motherland,
Do you ever remember,
Sixty years ago,
In the storm,
In the cave,
You stood up trembling.
Tell the world with a powerful voice:
I stand up!
My motherland,
For 60 years,
You have gone through many vicissitudes without losing your pride!
The flood is merciless, she once ravaged you,
This infectious disease is stubborn. It once bothered you.
The wind and sand blew badly and once hit you.
Snow disaster is indifferent, it once froze you,
The earthquake was violent and destroyed you.
In the past few years,
Crisis, always eyeing.
Hold your head high, you carry everything!
My motherland,
You are a cactus in the desert,
Absorb nutrition, strive for sunshine,
Overcome drought, overcome poverty,
After suffering, but indomitable,
Rooted in the earth, endless,
With your thin body,
Protect peace in all directions.
My motherland,
Difficulties and hardships, Yucheng,
Recall the past,
Days of our lives!
Reform and opening up have opened up your future.
You step in, you step forward,
Self-reliance and self-improvement,
From food and clothing to well-off,
You showed the world the glory of Asia,
You have shown the charm of China to people all over the world!
My motherland,
Sixty years of tempering,
Xiangyun torch has realized your centennial Olympic dream.
The world cares about you, and the people embrace you!
My motherland,
You are my pride, I cheer for you.
My motherland,
Looking to the future,
The road ahead is still difficult,
However, glory and dreams,
Burn in our hearts forever!
I pray deeply for you, my motherland,