The patriotic thought of the ancients has certain limitations and cannot be mentioned in the same breath. I studied history in high school, and I can distinguish modern patriotic poems, such as those written by modern patriotic scholars reflecting the anti-imperialist and anti-Japanese struggle, which I think can be considered in a complete sense.
(1) Join the army (select one) ★
Don Wang Changling
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
Take it out of the plug (select one) ★
Don Wang Changling
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
Fewer years (select one)
Don
This army later became the "general" of the Han Dynasty and began a battle with the general Yu Yang. Who knows the pain of not going to the border, even if you are killed, you still have a chivalrous fragrance.
Liu, the judge of Wuwei School, marched on Qixi.
Tang Censhen
Volcano in May, few pedestrians. Seeing his horse dying like a bird, everyone defended the camp and the horn sounded Hu Hao.
He Zhangfu filmed a song ★
Don Lu Lun
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
Fewer years (select one)
Tang Linghu Chu
Bow back, bright sword, first frost, autumn wind and sunshine, I don't want to look back at my hometown until I receive the land in Hehuang, Tian Zi.
Summer sentences ★
Song liqing Zhao
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
peony
Song chenyuyi
It has been ten years since the rulers trampled on the land of the motherland. Looking back at Luoyang, my hometown, the road is so long. Years have made me old. Today, I am alone, wandering on the green pier by the spring breeze stream and enjoying the blooming peony.
Shower
Song luyou
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
Qiao Zhou
Fan Song Chengda
North and south of the state bridge is Tianjie, and the elders wait to drive back year after year. When exactly did the Sixth Army come?
Entering Huaihe River for the first time (select one)
Song Yang Wanli
The ship left the shore of Hongze Lake, and after crossing the Huaihe River, it became very bad. Why is the mulberry stem far away, and the north of the middle stream is the horizon.
Ti Lin Andy
Song Lin Sheng
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.
Nan 'anjun ★
Tian Xiang, Wen Song
Plum blossom north-south road, wind and rain wet skirt. Who will go out with you? This is home! Mountains and rivers are eternal, battlements are temporary. Hunger is really my ambition. I chose EU in my dream.
Zhi Zheng Gai Yuan Xin Si cold food Rixian brother search word sons and nephews.
Yuan Yuji
Jiangshan thinks that beauty is not my land and has been wandering for nearly a hundred years. Their cottages and cemeteries stand by the water. How can I bear to hear the cuckoo go home!
Title Zheng Suo Nan Lan
Yuan
The autumn wind turned the hair! The desolation of the south has disappeared. Only Nan Xin did not change, and she wrote Li Sao in tears.
Wangquetai
Qi Ming aurora
Ten years away from Leng Hai, I look forward to it. First frost is full of painstaking efforts. Sprinkle on the autumn leaves of Qianfeng.
Zhengzuo ★
Qi Ming aurora
Driving north and south reported the main feelings, and Jiang lace laughed all his life. I spend 360 days a year on the battlefield, and my weapon is on my horse.
Yu He's little method
Xie Ming town
Zhao Hui is mountainous and looks at Juyongguan from a distance. Clouds come from three sides, and the wind gives birth to thousands of horses. After collecting the dust, it was quiet and a few people were idle. Suddenly, people who abandon their bodies are ashamed of their temples.
Duyishui
Chen Ming Zi Long
The sword rang in the box last night, and Zhao Yan's elegy was the most uneven. The water is flowing, the clouds are blue, and there is nowhere to send Jing Qing.
At sea (choose one)
Qinggu Yanwu
When the sun entered the sky, mountains and seas invaded, and Qiu Guang came from thousands of miles away. After ten years of fighting, the whole world wept bitterly. Water rushes to the sacred mountain to Bai Niao, and Yunfu Xianque sees gold. Where there is no one in this world, I am afraid it is difficult to return the heart of a strong man.
Depart from Guazhou to Jinling, seeking fullness.
Zheng Qing Chenggong
Swear to destroy Hu in Linjiang, and the lion will swallow Wu with all his anger. Try crossing the natural barrier with a whip, don't believe that the Central Plains is not surnamed Zhu!
tomb
Qingqu army
Niu Kaitian, Longgang holds the Emperor Palace. Spring grass in the Six Dynasties, a thousand wells fall out of flowers. Visiting old people in black is rare, and listening to songs is empty. How to destroy the country and how to hate it are all in Dajiangdong.
Diffuse feeling
Qing palace zizhen
I am disappointed to join the army, and I hate the word Southeast. One flute and one sword, equal business, negative reputation for fifteen years.
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (Choose One) ★
Qing palace zizhen
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness. I suggest that God stand up again, let go of his talents and don't stick to a pattern.
Take a long breath to hide your tears and mourn the hardships of people's lives. -Qu Yuan's "Li Sao"
Man Jianghong (Yue Fei)
Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy. Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will the courtiers regret it? Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is neglected. Hungry, hungry, eating pork, laughing, thirsty for Hun blood. Leave it at the beginning and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotian finch
(2) Dai Wangshu's "I Use Broken Palm"
I used my injured palm.
Explore this vast land:
This corner has been reduced to ashes,
That corner is just blood and mud;
This lake should be my hometown,
(In spring, the bank is full of flowers.
There is a strange smell when the tender willow branches are broken. )
I touched the coolness of seaweed and water;
The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.
The water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through the fingers;
The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia;
Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered,
There, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. ...
Invisible palms swept the mountains without complaint,
Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with darkness,
Only the far corner is still intact,
Warm, clear, firm and vigorous spring.
On it, I stroked it with my broken palm,
Like a lover's soft hair, a baby's milk.
I put all my strength in my palm.
Put it on, send love and all hope,
Because there is only the sun, no spring,
Will dispel the haze and bring Su Sheng,
Because it's the only place where we don't live like animals,
Die like an ant ... there, eternal China!
Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;
I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,
Do what you do in the tunnel of history;
I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time;
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull into your shoulder;
-the motherland!
I'm 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;
-the motherland!
I am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;
I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;
I am the newly painted white starting line;
This is crimson dawn.
It is sprayed;
-the 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
Yours; Abundance, your glory, your freedom;
-the motherland,
My dear motherland!
Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;
I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,
Do what you do in the tunnel of history;
I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time;
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull into your shoulder;
-the motherland!
I'm 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;
-the motherland!
I am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;
I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;
I am the newly painted white starting line;
This is crimson dawn.
It is sprayed;
-the motherland!
Wen Yiduo's Song of the Sun (excerpt)
The sun-golden bird-the sun!
Let me ride you around the world every day,
You can visit your hometown once a day!
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!"
Ai Qing's I Love This Land
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river will always flow with our sadness and anger.
Taiwan Province Province] Huang's Chinatown
This is a port.
The local accent of China people.
There is no need to ask where the guests are from.
A bright yellowish complexion.
Yangzhou Yima
Chang 'an Quegong
Yan yuan became a kind of queen.
The wind is Xiao Sheng in history.
It sounds like
A song as soft as a dream
It is a castle that will never be stationed.
Twenty-four flowers from China gathered together.
You are a bluegrass that can take root without soil.
Drinking the cold of frost and snow
Bloom the fragrance of the East.
Unique flag image
The waves of the Yellow River always flow eastward to the sunny side.
This is an excellent relief.
Yangshao Ming yellow glaze in Yin Ruins.
Clouds will change.
Like an emissary from Yumen Pass in the West.
The sea is the Silk Road in your heart.
Lonely sails and distant shadows
The bright moon in my hometown is looking up at the magnetic field of Beidou.
You become a careful collector.
I was once poor and pawned my soft hands.
Just refused to pawn the furniture brought from the motherland.
Five thousand years is not an antique that can be auctioned casually.
But a magic lamp that can bring happiness.
Pang Yu Liang is in the cornfield.
In the cornfield
I am a young general.
Look at the red tassels flying everywhere and the green swords flying.
The fruit is hidden under the red tassel and green sword.
Show their teeth
We can read their language.
There are no old friends in ordinary days.
Only the wind is blowing, blowing endless corn long hair.
In the cornfield
We will gain the strength to overcome tomorrow.
The corn leaves are still beating me.
The golden corn cob rattled in boiling water.
What a beautiful day.
Just think about what a wonderful country.
In the cornfield
Corn fields fall on the map of * * * and China.
Countless battles and victories
Will shine on us forever
This poem shows patriotic feelings with the help of the common and simple image of corn. Planting corn, watching corn and eating corn are the most basic work and life of ordinary people, which is very dull and calm. People who are used to digging up patriotic themes in wars may not think of the patriotic spirit contained in them. Therefore, in the second and third paragraphs of the poem, the author directly clicked "* * * and the country" twice to show the theme.
In fact, true patriotism is a normal heart, especially in peacetime, there is no enemy, no bloody battle, no heroic victory and heavy defeat; Without such a situation, it is not easy to remain patriotic, so it is precious.
The most important battle is not face-to-face life-and-death, but a battle without enemies; In other words, the enemy is only time. In peacetime, people are easy to muddle along, unconsciously defeated by time and become prisoners of time. For example, we always put off some actions, because we always believe that tomorrow will bring everything and complete everything. Standing in the middle of the cornfield, we can overcome time and ourselves, because the corn leaves in the wind beat us like whips, so that we can always be alert and keep our fighting posture and mentality in a peaceful environment.
-"If we don't go to war,
》
If we don't go to war,
Then the enemy killed us.
Use a bayonet
Pointing at our bones
say
Listen,
This is a slave!
Autumn's patriotic poems
It's hard to force people to see mountains in spring.
The past is thrilling and makes people cry.
Four million people cry at the same time,
Today last year, Taiwan Province Province was cut.
Alas, my hands are tired. Take your time.
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...