Poetry recitation about the motherland 0 1 I love my motherland.
Author: Xin Shi
Loud songs spread all over the world.
The passionate rooster appeared in 2 1 century.
The mighty Yangtze River and the surging Yellow River.
That voice is your talk.
Endless love is the heart of China people.
Endless praise is our heart.
The sun can prove it.
Prove my loyalty to you
The moon can prove it.
Prove that I will always follow you
No one will forget that glorious history.
Your glory is my glory.
No one will forget the tragic history of the past.
Your humiliation is my humiliation.
Don't say that I don't have love, and don't sigh that I am heartless.
Do you know that?/You know what?
I've been kissing you for over ten years.
My dear mother
Mom, I'm proud of you.
Mom, I'm proud of you.
Be proud of your pure and delicate body.
I am proud that you have a quiet and beautiful heart.
Your body is not perfect now.
Because there is land across the sea in the south.
As your child.
I will always support you, support you.
Carry forward my sincere and eternal China heart.
I love my motherland.
Author: Quan Qing
My motherland is magnificent and has a vast territory.
Rolling the Yangtze River, surging the Yellow River.
Kunlun is vast and the five mountains are majestic.
Beautiful scenery of the five lakes, blue waves everywhere.
Tianshan flying snow intoxicated the south China
Qingzang Quyun Song of Changbai Mountain
Heaven and earth raise you and me.
Raised the descendants of the Chinese people, heroic and vigorous.
I love my motherland
My proud motherland
Five thousand years of civilization and wisdom of my motherland are shining.
Talented people come forth in large numbers and dare to explore.
A hundred schools of thought contend Confucius and Mencius sages
The Evolution of Hanwu in Qin Huang in Tang Dynasty
The four great inventions will go down in history forever.
Deep accumulation and profound culture
The state of etiquette advocates benevolence.
Wen Tao, the offspring of the dragon, ruled the country with superb military skills.
I love my motherland
My dream revolves around my motherland.
My country has suffered a lot.
The Distribution of Power in the Opium War
Corruption, loss of power and humiliation of the country in late Qing Dynasty
19 1 1 year revolution rose up and resisted.
Overthrow the monarchy and establish the Republic of China
Japanese invaders plundered China.
Rivers of blood.
Aroused the heroic spirit of Chinese sons and daughters fighting bloody battles
I love my motherland
My motherland, which depends on life and death.
My motherland, like a phoenix, is bathed in war again.
* * * The heroic exploration of the producer.
Excellent example of the people
Unite all walks of life to save the country
Defeated the Japanese in the eight-year War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression.
In the war of liberation, people trusted each other.
The three major battles sealed the victory.
A democratic dictatorship in which the people are the masters of the country has been established.
I love my motherland
My motherland that I volunteered to serve.
My motherland is full of youth and vitality.
The sunrise in the east has broad prospects.
Fight against twists and turns
the war to resist U.S. aggression and aid korea
Try to rebuild.
Being poor and white has become a legend.
Miracles on earth have made outstanding achievements.
It changed the sick man of East Asia.
I love my motherland
My blood-linked motherland
My motherland has achieved fruitful results in reform and opening up.
Set things right.
Carry forward the past and forge ahead, and strive hard.
The wise decision of the great cause of the four modernizations
Seize the opportunity of national rejuvenation
Scientific development catches up with powerful countries.
The people are rich and the country is strong.
It has realized the solemn commitment of the Chinese nation to stand on its own feet in the world.
I love my motherland
My forever loyal motherland
Love my motherland from the bottom of my heart!
Author: Wang Shiguang
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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 and 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, I have tears in 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 and green plants are growing.
Similarly, it also grows the truest memory.
In that inspiring song
My dream is still galloping on the battlefield.
It's hard to forget: for the new China, March! ?
two
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.
three
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.
four
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 sun in the morning and facing the sea alone.
You brought me into the cycle of time and years.
Let my heart overflow with silence, fly high.
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