Poetry that loves the motherland and hometown

Only the people's souls are valuable, and only by carrying them forward can China make real progress. So, do you know which poems are patriotic and

Poetry that loves the motherland and hometown

Only the people's souls are valuable, and only by carrying them forward can China make real progress. So, do you know which poems are patriotic and homesick? The following is what I brought, welcome to read!

one

Yu Guangzhong

Moonlight on the ground,

Nobody cleaned it,

Then fold a Zhang Kuo lotus leaf,

Go back wrapped in moonlight,

Looking back, I fell into the Tang poetry.

Flat,

Like crushed acacia ...

Moonlight has the fragrance of lotus leaves.

two

Miss the mountains in my hometown

The mountains in my hometown are very green.

Miss the water in my hometown

The water in my hometown is so green.

Miss the clouds in my hometown

The clouds in my hometown are so light.

People who miss their hometown

People in my hometown are so close.

Missing a wanderer

Day after day.

I hope that people and green mountains and green waters will last for a long time.

One day * * * meet again.

three

The ice and snow melted in the warm sunshine, and the grass all over the world turned green.

When the bitter east wind awakens the poet's wine that hurts spring, the sunset slowly falls with flying flowers.

March, March, I dragged my long back.

Wandering in the streets of a foreign land

The face of a foreign land is cold and indifferent, staring at every passerby in a hurry.

When endless silk rain obliquely weaves into a thin and dense net, it covers the wandering mood.

Melancholy, melancholy.

I leaned against the shabby door of an inn.

Staring at home from a distance

The dream home is a foggy and rainy village, and the cat snores and curls up on its loving mother. ...

four

The bustling salute lit up the stars!

Fireworks in the festival reflect the lonely shadow!

Distorted loneliness, extending behind!

A little sad, like the wind!

Refers to the temples around, how many blue silk melancholy!

Years are old, and the annual rings between the eyebrows are sad!

Tragic and desperate past!

But; A luxurious encounter!

Leave blank; Continue to hesitate, lose tenderness!

Flowing emotions, across the pen!

Inverted the entanglement of sadness and joy!

However; Roll your eyes!

Blur mom's face!

Stubbornly drink the tears of homesickness!

Strong sense of responsibility, withered and left!

Laugh while talking and carve the memory on the note!

five

Drink a pot of moonlight tonight.

Miss frogs and drums.

Towards home.

The wind in the north is melancholy.

There is dust all the way.

Like a faint silver light.

The hardships of the world

Chest burning

A cup of melancholy that has accumulated for a long time

Drunk the moon in the sky

Can't see the surrounding scenery clearly

Tears are hazy as frost.

Why is the phoenix tree green and yellow?

Mottled in the aging pond

The cicada in the tree is gone.

Can't sing to my hometown.