Do you have any poems praising China handed down from generation to generation? ~?

Nowadays, fewer and fewer people write and read poems, so people often ask, "Will poetry die?" . Anyone who has such doubts, I dare say, must have no real understanding of past lives of poetry, or even poetry itself. The real fire of poetry, even like a candle in the wind, is enough to light up the whole earth. If human beings wander in the dust, they will return to their hometown with the desire to stay in a corner of their hearts, and poetry is the eternal spiritual home of human beings. It can also be said that poetry is the eternal desire itself. This night, listening to the children singing in the form of poetry, my heart is as happy as the grass in spring-poetry is really passed down from generation to generation! Children have such a simple dream-"In a colorful world/I want to build a dream bridge/rush over/embrace/be happy after work/be happy after success/be sweet in retrospect" (Wang Ya's Dream). Children have such simple kindness-"classmates/your mother has gone away/let the bright moon in the sky/accompany you on the road of teenagers/when you are lonely/the moon/is your mother's sweet smile" (for left-behind teenagers, Wang Xueman). Children still have such simple melancholy-"The glass dream tampered with the sad/lonely jungle/woke up several times/got drunk several times" (Zhao in Glass Dream). Adults are used to belittling children's innocence, because in the real world, dreams are too easy to break their wings, kindness is too easy to harvest sadness, and in the hope of families, schools and society for children, depression is an unhealthy psychological phenomenon that must be erased. But poetry calls for truth, and people's growth needs real quality more. Don't laugh at children's true simplicity, because without simplicity, human beings will lose all their emotions, including happiness and pain. When we strive to acquire knowledge, we must never abandon our perception. The children's imagination made me sigh-"I want to,/connect my little hand to the branch,/grow up." //I want to,/put my feet at the foot of the cloud and fly with the wind. I think it's for Qianhui. Imagination is the most important wing of poetry, which is closely related to creativity and determines whether a person's writing career can last. In life, rich imagination can completely improve people's "happiness index". Let's open that window and let our wings return to the hometown of the sky. Fang Qingyun's "I am ..." is a poem with mature thoughts, emotions, language and skills. Rhetorical devices, such as symbols and metaphors, are used in poetry, and such skills cannot be mastered overnight. Presumably, it is not a day or two for the author to read and write poems. Look, "I am a fish with a single tail/after a struggle/beautiful double arcs appear in the sea" and "the place where meteors pass/is the memory of the sky". It is really rare to write such a wonderful poem at this age. Other students' poems have their own characteristics. Li Yusi's firmness in If and the beauty of the sunset in Yang Shunfan's works left a deep impression on me. Limited to space, I won't comment one by one here. When I close my pen, I sincerely thank the children and the instructor, who let me see the hope and bright future of poetry!