Motherland, what an affectionate name!
Every time I think about it, I can't help but feel ups and downs.
Admire your glory after 5 thousand years,
Feel your destiny in a hundred years.
Motherland, what a beautiful word!
Every time I think about it, I can't help but bend my brow.
Known as the country of etiquette,
The creator's world-famous surprise.
How warm the motherland belongs to!
Every time I hear it, I am full of pride.
Deeply grateful for the achievements of our ancestors,
Determined to hold up the motherland's tomorrow.
The expectation of hope!
The motherland is the most beautiful melody in my heart!
We held the torch,
Let's say "I am proud, I am from China" in the future.
Author: Wang Huairang
Among countless blue eyes and brown eyes,
I have a pair of jewel-like black eyes,
I am proud, I come from China!
Among countless white skin and black skin,
My skin is as yellow as the earth,
I am proud, I come from China!
I'm from China-
The Loess Plateau is my chest,
The flowing water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood,
The Great Wall is my raised arm,
Mount Tai is my heel.
I'm from China-
My ancestors walked out of the forest for the first time.
My ancestors started farming first,
I am a descendant of the compass and printing.
I am a descendant of pi and seismograph.
I'm from China-
In my country,
Not only Confucius, Sima Qian, Li Zicheng and Sun Yat-sen,
And the immortal Mulan, Lin Daiyu, the Monkey King and Lu in the history of literature.
I am proud, I come from China!
I'm from China-
In my country, there are not only Changbai Snow Mountain and Huangshan Jinsong, which cannot be bombarded by lightning.
There is also the immortal Beijing-Hong Kong tradition and Yan 'an spirit!
I am proud, I come from China!
I'm from China-
My voice is as rough as the Yellow River,
Not only reverberates in the United Nations building,
Speak out China's comments,
Also echoed in the Olympic Games,
Shout "China scores"!
When applause sent the flag of China to the blue sky,
I am proud, I come from China.
I'm from China-
My huge arms are like the Great Wall,
Not only does the drill pipe of the diamond oil mining machine predict that the center of the earth of oil will not be hit,
Send a communication satellite that our ancestors never dreamed of into space.
When the five continents listen to the voice of the East, I am proud, I come from China!
I'm from China-
I am a descendant of the murals in Mogao Grottoes. Let the flying murals be with us.
We are flying, flying is us,
I am proud, I come from China!
Walk with you all the way!
homesickness
Author: Yu Guangzhong
Original: When I was a child
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
Author: Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is the flute of Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After separation
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
AoHongliang's homesickness
Original text:
Tears of missing hometown
Falling under the eaves of rainy days
In a bowl
fan li
Swallow into the stomach
Drunk and homesick
Drunk in a dream
Dreams are in the countryside.
This is a reed flute.
Sing in the hearts of homesick people
Motherland, my dear motherland.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland
Young China
With boundless night as ink
Use the scarred land as paper.
After the opium war
who is it?
Write down two words-China.
It makes people feel depressed and tired.
It is more painful to read and more sad to read.
This has shrunk in the history books of the late Qing Dynasty.
Thin porcelain.
The one kneeling in the treaty of nanking.
Weak country!
On that day, countless young people
Take to the streets.
Face the drop of blood
Facing the bleak life
Their shouts were like thunder.
Stir this sleeping land
They are like bundles of flames.
Spread on a tortuous road
Beautiful flowers bloom in May.
Since then, they have joined the ranks of * * * producers.
They chose without hesitation.
Smash the darkness with a hammer
Harvest the light with a sickle
They walked along the street.
They crossed the Xiongguan Pass.
They galloped on the battlefield.
They fought bravely against the enemy.
They are going to use the gun rod as a pen.
Write a brand-new China.
They want blood as their color.
Describe a young China.
Many years later.
When my eyes crossed the peak of history
I can still feel their breathing.
I saw it again.
I saw it again.
Youth groups
That sweaty face
I heard it again.
Their loud songs.
Reverberating on the barren land
They use their youth without regrets.
In the long years
Write a love poem
Yes, years are long and life is long.
This is a passionate poem.
This is a landscape full of flowers.
This is a magnificent symphony.
This is the monument of Top Gun.
Oh, China, I want to write a poem for you.
In the golden language of the sun
The vast blue of the heart sea
Oh, China, I want to draw a picture for you.
With the color of spring flowers
Under the five-star red flag
Today, the capital China.
It makes people read clearly and smoothly.
Today, a soaring China.
It makes people read more vividly and proudly.
This is breaking out in the east of the world.
China of Hope
This is under the leadership of the China * * * production party.
Brilliant China
This is ours.
Young chinese!
This is ours.
Young chinese!
Flowers bloom in spring.
In the fiery red sun
Listen, that's the song of a bird.
They knocked at the door in surprise.
The first door in spring
White clouds bring warm thoughts.
Long-lost greetings
Brought us new year's greetings.
Those heavy laughter.
Just like mom and dad's hands, full of labor and harvest.
A glass of hard liquor.
Full of homesickness
Get me drunk on a windy morning.
Wandering wanderer
I quickened the pace of going home.
The girl I love
Long time no see.
Like a trembling spider web in my hometown.
Silently grew into a cocoon
I want to leave while the spring breeze is still early.
So I can ask my beloved girl.
Love, will she bloom in this spring?
the song of the yangtze river
You come from snow-capped mountains, and spring tides are your style.
You run to the East China Sea, and the stormy waves are your spirit.
You feed children of all ethnic groups with sweet milk;
You roll up mountains and seas with strong arms.
We praise the Yangtze River, you are an endless source;
We are connected with the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother.
You came from ancient times, and the waves washed away the dust.
You run to the future, and the sound of the waves echoes in the sky.
You irrigate the flowery land with pure and clean water;
You have promoted the arrival of a new era with great power.
We praise the Yangtze River, you are an endless source;
We are connected with the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother.
Wen Yiduo's "A Word"
There is a saying that it is a curse.
There is a saying that you can light a fire.
Although no one has said it for 5 thousand years,
Can you guess the silence of the volcano?
Maybe he was suddenly possessed,
Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt in the blue sky.
Explosion:
"Our China!"
What should I say today?
You don't believe that Cycas blooms,
So there is a sentence you listen to:
When the volcano couldn't help being silent,
Don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet.
Wait until the blue sky thunders.
Explosion:
"Our China!"
Let the wind blow over me.
There is also a cable under the bridge.
A river. How many poplars were alive from the beginning?
The river runs through the whole mountain city with wind.
It also passes through here. I parked my car on the railing.
Looking at the thin river, let the wind pass by me.
Comb the whole body and gently pass through all of me.
Indulge in the long world. The clock and bowl where I eat.
Here we are; Pull up my feet and start walking.
Wind, tear a piece and put it in my breath.
Leave traces for poplars. I took my foot off,
Put your heart here.
When the New Year bell rings again
I believe the gods tonight
Will gather in 12 hall.
The discordant Mount Olympus.
Sing * * * in the same movement.
On the rows of vertical strings
There must be a hymn flowing.
Even the proud Aphrodite.
I also want to admire the Muse.
Poseidon will leave his ocean.
Become the hardest fisherman.
Take a break, too.
All the businessmen have forgotten the profits.
Follow the wings of Hermes
Fly freely in the boundless countryside
Athena will take off her armor.
And a delicate daughter.
In the silver spring
Simis will also put down his bow and arrow.
Take a bath.
Tolerate Ackert Weng's desire
So the clock is too peaceful for a long time.
Odysseus hiking
Looking at the starry sky peacefully on the deck.
Then this war will end tragically.
Troy's Trojan horse?
Lonely and forgotten in the rubble
Achilles and hector.
Will forget this desperate duel
Lean side by side.
Applaud the poet's beautiful singing.
Apollo gave everyone light.
Even Homer can escape from the darkness.
Enjoy the beautiful starlight moment.
In the new year's bell
Demeter can't sleep.
Please listen to the sadness beyond abundance.
Let there be no famine in this world.
In the new year's bell
Dionysus's fine wine is indispensable.
Let Hercules get drunk
Then go back to the tortoise's cattle and sheep.
When the stars disappear in the sea tonight
I believe that tomorrow's Mount Olympus
Will show the dawn of a smile
Aedes golden fleece
Will lead Jason forward.
Prometheus held the hoop.
And will be completely liberated.
I believe too.
Golden apples will eventually bring good luck.
Where's Helen
Never the luckiest bride.
Let the hymn be sung for all.
Listen to the new year's bell
God never tires of it.
Du Fu's famous poem Shou Sui;
Shousui Arjon's house, the pepper plate keeps singing.
I'm afraid I can't stand horses, and I'm afraid I'll scatter crows.
After the forties of the Ming Dynasty, the scenery was oblique.
Who can be more restrained? Being drunk is a profession.
Huang Zunxian poem way:
Playing music in the dream, yingtai is separated by the milky way.
Zhong Hua is still like a blue cloud, and the earth adds less sea waves.
The dust of a thousand years has robbed the end, and there are many battlefields in the east and the west.
I don't know if the queen mother can raise money, but how to raise it every year?
Wang Anshi also has a poem "January Day", which says:
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.
These are all fine! ! Personally, I think reading is not bad! ! Hope to adopt! !