Praise the motherland, I am proud of you!
When the magnificent huabiao,
Let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn,
When the majestic *,
Let the clouds meet the rising sun.
The ear of history,
The salute rumbled,
An avalanche of echoes,
It is the echo of the changes in China.
A giant looks down at the world,
A loud voice,
The whole world heard it,
People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded!
When the first five-star red flag Ran Ran was raised,
Flag of victory,
Flying in the wind of the sky,
People looked up,
The whole world saw it,
The people of China have stood up since then!
How bright the moonlight is at home! Those who embrace the motherland in the bright moon are stronger than China.
Kiss my motherland, dear mother.
Embrace you into the Mid-Autumn Moon and express your affection with fiery wishes.
Mom, listen-"the moon is full of the sea now, and the horizon is * * * at this time."
Children all over the country, holding a bright moon, are smiling at you. Listen carefully to your strong voice in the dark: I will never be robbed of the Diaoyu Islands by others!
Mom, look-"I hope people will live for a long time, but thousands of miles away." Children who love their mothers are surrounded by the bright moon in the sky.
Laughing, singing and dancing, welcoming my mother's 63rd birthday and wishing her a happy birthday are smiles that bloom everywhere.
I am your brand-new ideal, just breaking away from the spider web of myth;
I am a baby in your arms, with a smile vortex of your tears on my face;
I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson morning light bursts;
-Motherland, my dear motherland!
A song flew out of Li Xiang and a song flew out of Li Xiang.
Floating in the blue sky, telling the white clouds
There is a stalwart figure
Like the spring breeze blowing from here—
This spring breeze blows all over the mountains and rivers in Lvli Township.
This spring breeze warms the north south of the Yangtze River in China.
A song flew out of Li Xiang.
Float into the field and tell the rice field.
Smile brightly.
Just like the spring rain falls here-
The spring rain penetrated into every family in Li Xiang.
The spring rain melted into the hearts of China people.
A song flew out of Li Xiang.
Floating on the sea, telling the waves
have a cordial talk with sb.
Like the spring tide here—
This spring tide gushed out the sweetness of Li Xiang.
This spring tide has brewed the joy of China century.
Spring breeze will renew everything.
Spring rain moistens everything.
The spring tide is rolling and inspiring.
The garden is full of life in spring.
Oh, Li Xiang! Oh China!
You live with spring, and spring is happy with you!
Oh China! Oh, Li Xiang!
You have an appointment with Chun. Sing the song of spring forever!
The above is my first grade poem praising the motherland. Thank you for reading.