Modern poetry praising the motherland

Modern poems praising the motherland are as follows:

1, "I love my motherland"

I love my motherland

Love her rushing Yellow River and Yangtze River.

And the rich "Beidacang" and "Land of Fish and Rice"

Feed us to grow.

I love my motherland

Love her beautiful mountains and rivers

For our curious eyes

Capture happiness

I love my motherland

Love her rich "land of abundance"

There is also the "Treasure Island" in the southeast corner.

Make this land more fertile

I love my motherland

Love her Oriental Pearl Night.

There is also a faint fragrance of rice in the countryside.

Interwoven with the fruits of the diversified development of the motherland

I love my motherland

Love the outline of the roof of her world

And the majestic Mount Everest.

Gather into the pride and happiness of Chinese children!

I love my motherland

Loving her embodies the wisdom of Chinese children.

-Wan Li Great Wall.

Standing on the territory of the Chinese nation

Like an active elf

I love my motherland

Love the joy of working people's harvest

And the deep wrinkles on their faces

They are the loveliest people in the world!

I love my motherland

Love the people, soldiers are not afraid of difficulties.

Go forward bravely in the face of disaster

They are worthy of being descendants of the dragon!

2. Motherland, my motherland

You are a shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.

You are a miner's lamp with a black forehead.

Explore in the tunnel of history

You are a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.

This is a barge on the beach.

Pull the rope into our shoulders.

-the motherland! My suffering motherland!

You are poor.

You are sad.

You are our ancestor.

Painful hope.

It's a flying sleeve.

Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years

-the motherland! My suffering motherland!

You are a brand-new ideal.

Is about to break away from the spider web of myth

You are the germ of the ancient lotus under the snow.

You are a dimple with tears in your eyes.

You are the newly painted white starting line.

This is crimson dawn.

Spraying

-the motherland! My hopeful motherland!

I am one sixth of you.

It is the sum of your 9.6 million square kilometers.

You use 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!