Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... 2. My motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.
You have a sacred name, and that is China! That's China, my motherland. My beloved motherland. My motherland, I am proud of you! When the majestic China people watch, let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn, and when the majestic Tiananmen Square, let the wind and cloud usher in the rising sun.
In the ear of history, the rumble and overwhelming echo of salute came, which is the echo of the vicissitudes of China. A giant looked down at the world, and the whole world heard its loud voice. The people of China and the country were founded! When the first five-star red flag, Ran Ran, was raised, the flag of victory fluttered in the wind and the people raised their heads. The whole world saw that the people of China stood up from now on! The motherland is a poem, one after another, with no beginning and no end. We are the characters in the poem, the faith we planted, the river we admire each other, and our homes are on both sides. The motherland is a poem with great affection, full of enthusiasm and listening to the pulse of life. We read the rhythm and its profound cultural quality in the language of poetry. He is a silent poem, a poem that raises us.
His eyes were bloodshot from insomnia, but they swept our anemic back with infinite love. His eyes were full of elasticity, which made us straighten up. He is a vocal poem, the sound of running water in the north.
Accompanied by the roaring Yellow River and the rumble of the national anthem, the pace of economic awakening has begun to sleep, and it is poor all day long. Last night, it was the rooster among the stars, singing with surprise-Dongfanghong Motherland, a poem, which read out the rhetoric of national rejuvenation and the small bridge of building a well-off society. The scenery here is picturesque. There is a bright moon in the sky of Zhan Yan, so many beautiful women and countless children compete for 9.6 million square kilometers. The flying national flag is rising, rising and rising to the height of public concern. Although there are no stormy waves, there is an overwhelming momentum in the ups and downs, and there is a thunderous force stirring.
It has risen, and everything is intoxicated at this height! What a bright red height, dignity dominates China from here, the sun is accompanied by brilliance ... What a strong cohesion, self-confidence smiles at the scenery from the light of the five-pointed star, everything grows in passion, self-confidence is getting stronger and stronger ... What a heroic feeling, expecting to breed beauty from this romance, and the descendants of the dragon stand by and watch, expecting to be more and more tough ... rising, rising, and raising the eyes of the world. This bright five-star red flag has been flying for half a century, showing the elegance of China! Facing the national flag and the mountains, stand up; Water, living; Oh, my God, open it wider! Facing the national flag, every life is solemn and sacred, extending along the road under the national flag.
Flying national flag, you are my sleepless emotion.
2.5 or more poems praising the motherland 1. Ai Qing's I Love This Land If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land that was hit by a storm, this ever-flowing river of grief and indignation, this restless wind, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest ...-Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the land.
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... 2. My motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.
You have a sacred name, and that is China! That's China, my motherland. My beloved motherland. My motherland, I am proud of you! When the majestic China people watch, let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn, and when the majestic Tiananmen Square, let the wind and cloud usher in the rising sun.
In the ear of history, the rumble and overwhelming echo of salute came, which is the echo of the vicissitudes of China. A giant looked down at the world, and the whole world heard its loud voice. The people of China and the country were founded! When the first five-star red flag, Ran Ran, was raised, the flag of victory fluttered in the wind and the people raised their heads. The whole world saw that the people of China stood up from now on! The motherland is a poem, one after another, with no beginning and no end. We are the characters in the poem, the faith we planted, the river we admire each other, and our homes are on both sides. The motherland is a poem with great affection, full of enthusiasm and listening to the pulse of life. We read the rhythm and its profound cultural quality in the language of poetry. He is a silent poem, a poem that raises us.
His eyes were bloodshot from insomnia, but they swept our anemic back with infinite love. His eyes were full of elasticity, which made us straighten up. He is a vocal poem, the sound of running water in the north.
With the roaring Yellow River and the roaring national anthem, the pace of economic awakening has begun to sleep and become poor all day long. Last night, it was the rooster of the stars who sang in surprise-Dongfanghong Motherland, a poem, which read out the heroic words of national rejuvenation, and also read out that the bridge to build a well-off society is full of flowing water, picturesque mountains and rivers, and a bright moon is dancing in Zhan Yan, so charming. Countless children struggle to bend over. He is a poem of 9.6 million square kilometers. Five thousand years of cultural accomplishment, let us see this blank poem. We sang in unison, catchy: long live the motherland! The flying national flag is rising, rising and rising to the height of public concern. Although there are no stormy waves, there is an overwhelming momentum in the ups and downs, and there is a thunderous force stirring.
It has risen, and everything is intoxicated at this height! What a bright red height, dignity dominates China from here, the sun is accompanied by brilliance ... What a strong cohesion, self-confidence smiles at the scenery from the light of the five-pointed star, everything grows in passion, self-confidence is getting stronger and stronger ... What a heroic feeling, expecting to breed beauty from this romance, and the descendants of the dragon stand by and watch, expecting to be more and more tough ... rising, rising, and raising the eyes of the world. This bright five-star red flag has been flying for half a century, showing the elegance of China! Facing the national flag and the mountains, stand up; Water, living; Oh, my God, open it wider! Facing the national flag, every life is solemn and sacred, extending along the road under the national flag.
Flying national flag, you are my sleepless emotion.
There are many ancient poems praising the motherland. Here are fifteen poems.
1, the hope of spring
Don du fu
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
2. "Summer quatrains"
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.
3. State Bridge
Fan Song Chengda
North and south of the state bridge is Tianjie, and the elders wait to drive back year after year.
I burst into tears and asked the messenger when the Sixth Army would really come.
4. Name of Lin 'an Building
Song Lin Sheng
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.
5. "Show it to children"
Song luyou
I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was sad to see Kyushu.
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!
6. "Autumn night will dawn at the hedge door to meet the cold."
Song luyou
There is a sea of people in the east of Wan Li, and 5,000 people are still climbing skyscrapers.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.
7. "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia"
Song sushi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.
To the west of the old base, there is a rich collection of people: Chibi, Zhou Lang, where the three countries stand.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.
A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Life is like a dream, and a bottle returns to the moon.
8. Yellow Crane Tower
Don Cui Hao
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
9. Spring outing in Qiantang River
Tang Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
10, Zhi Zhu Ci
Don Liu Yuxi
The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is ruthless and affectionate.
1 1, Jiangnan spring
Don Dumu
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
12, on foot
Don Dumu
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
13, at Nanjing Ferry
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At the Shuishan Building at Jinling Ferry, pedestrians can worry about themselves overnight.
The tide sets on the moon, and the second and third fires in Guazhou.
14, the song of Mujiang
Tang Bai Juyi
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
15, Wang Yue
Don du fu
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Who can give me five poems praising the motherland? 1. "Motherland, I am proud of you!" When the magnificent Chinese watch, let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn, when the majestic Tiananmen Square, let the wind and cloud usher in the rising sun. In the ear of history, there came the echo of the salute rumbling, which was the echo of the vicissitudes of China. A giant looked down at the world, and the whole world heard it. The people and the country of China were founded! When the first five-star red flag, Ran Ran, was raised, the flag of victory fluttered in the wind and the people raised their heads. The whole world saw that the people of China stood up from now on! My motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-awakening the silence of the dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom. That's China, my motherland. I love my motherland deeply. I love my motherland deeply. My beating heart has been beating for five thousand years. I love my motherland deeply. The surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I love my motherland deeply. My yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors. I love my motherland deeply. Third, I love this land. Ai Qing, if I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest ...-Later I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... Fourth, my motherland, my dear motherland Shu Ting, I am an old waterwheel worn by your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years, I am a miner's lamp on your forehead, and I am a withered ear of rice that you grope for in the tunnel of history; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me with scarred breasts, lost me, cared for me and boiled me. Then get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-motherland, my dear motherland, coal in the furnace, Guo Moruo, my girl! I live up to your kindness and you live up to my thoughtfulness. I burned like this for the person I love! Ah, my lady! You should know my predecessor. Don't you think I am a reckless slave? Need me, a black slave, with a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady! I think my predecessor used to be a useful pillar. Buried alive for many years, until now I have to see the light again. Ah, my lady! I have often missed my hometown since I saw the light of day again. I burned like this for the person I love! The red flag flutters. You are the torch that lights the salute on the founding ceremony. A voice announces the dawn of the East to the world. You are a prophecy that opens the tide of reform and opening up. A story tells the world that the scenery here is unique. You are a torch relay and a goal to carry forward the past and forge ahead into the future. How charming this country is! Through the wind and the road, the flag we hold high is flying in the sky of the new century! Through the wind and rain, the road under our feet will always be a sunny avenue. Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! It's hard to find a short one.
5. Poems praising the motherland (just five sentences) My motherland
Mountains and rivers crossed by the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
China is brilliant everywhere.
Brilliant journey
Like a golden lamp
The lights lit up the sailing sails.
my motherland
You use your intelligent soul
Lead the public.
Open up a broad road.
Let the motherland be as beautiful as flowers.
Describe the magnificence of the East.
my motherland
A motherland as beautiful as a flower
From your soul
From your blueprint
Reading the burning soul
The hardships of opening up a brilliant tomorrow
my motherland
From the border to the coast
Have your charming beauty.
I have a simple feeling.
Send all your feelings to a distant place.
May the motherland be more prosperous and strong.
my motherland
Yellow River, Yangtze River, Great Wall
Cast ancient rivers and mountains.
Reform, opening up and development
Light up the world's vision
I am proud of the glory of my motherland.
my motherland
Dawn sun
Hold a firm belief
Surge of fighting spirit
Become eternal persistence
Create a better tomorrow
Great motherland
The cradle of oriental civilization
Like a Mercedes-Benz train.
Facing the dawn of the century
Keep burning faith
Run towards a more brilliant future
6. Poems praising the motherland (5 sentences) ★ Poems praising the motherland 1 ★: autumn wind blows gently! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! ★ Praise for the Motherland 2 ★: "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I/am your brand-new ideal, just out of the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! I/am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You/feed me lost, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! ★ Psalm 3 ★: My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing a splendid journey everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, full of simple feelings, I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and brilliant. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal rivers and mountains of reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. At the dawn of my motherland, the sun holds a firm belief and turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of the great motherland's oriental civilization is like a Mercedes-Benz train, holding the burning faith to meet the dawn of the century and sail for a more brilliant future. Bearing the footsteps of history, the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland with passion-here I am in song for you. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your breath, and the boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and the whole of my life. Motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, the flaming flame of socialism, the horn of the people's revolution, and the sail of riding the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and enterprising, and the avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is spreading your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast and a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and a derrick in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill and courage, and the great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The smiling faces of the people write about your great motherland-your motherland that created life and transformed the world. Motherland-you are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a soldier who defends the truth and raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. The sons and daughters of China are grateful to your mother-like motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and brought the dawn of peace. Motherland, Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You've always known that. Firmly for Intel, you are kind and loving, defending Greenpeace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have such a motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the future of the motherland is better, the future of the world is better and the future of mankind is better. This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream flow with sweetness, and let all voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your cockroach. The first October is always like echoing tears. The sound of harmony passes through your heart and extends to the most passionate melody. In my heart, you are not only a green island where I can rest, but also a red cloud that makes me step on the beat. No matter the countless failures and successes of mountains, rivers, valleys, fields, trails and the sea, October is more fulfilling! Motherland ... for whom is the crown of October worn? On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the drums of harvest. I recall the historical sounds carved on white marble, and my thoughts have changed. How can the mountains and rivers in Wan Li not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? ! Qian Fan and I celebrated the rising October by singing. My motherland has become a flock of high-flying white pigeons, flapping their wings and wanting to fly ... LZ slowly chooses.
7. Poetry praising the motherland, autumn wind
Give off a faint fragrance.
Chrysanthemum in frost
Give a piece of wheat straw a season
Kiss the afterglow of the sunset
Love overflows gentle eyes.
Look at the fields calmly.
Passionate poems [National Day short poems: praise the motherland, praise the motherland.
Listen to the gurgling of the Yellow River.
A history bearing countless sufferings
Watch the river with high sediment concentration.
How many memories have you accumulated?
In a state of ruin
This is your old face
The hardships of childhood
Left an indelible mark [national day short poem: praise the motherland, praise the motherland.
Experienced hardships and hardships
Half a century of fighting
A far-reaching and long flow
Footprints of 5,000-year civilization
A long historical process
The heroic waves rolling in the past
The strings of time
Qinyuanchun Motherland Songjiuzhou Fragrant Tour, Northland Ice City, South China Sea Bi Tao. Seeing the birth of Kunlun, the peak is high and the slope is steep; The Yellow River is clarified, and Lin Huanxiaomu. The flag of the ship is hunting, and the iron bones are clanking, enjoying peace and prosperity. This is a grand plan, built by the sons and daughters of China and Qi Li. The dragon will take off one day and lead the nations of the world. Casting Chinese soul and creating independently; Strong economy, stability and reliability. Harmonious society, youth and pride, justice and fairness. Program, true socialism, unique scenery! Niannujiao red flag song Red Sun burns blood, soaks there and hunts with a standard. Its clank and iron bones converge, and the outstanding sons and daughters of China. Axe, sickle, knife, spear, overthrow the three mountains. China people stand, a brand-new world. The workers' and peasants' democratic regime, where the people are masters of their own affairs, is full of high spirits. The struggle between heaven and earth, building a socialist economy. Forerunners and ancestors, eagerly looking forward to, the nation will move forward. Red mountains and rivers, * * * guide the way forward. Third, the water tunes the song, the hero sings the iron shoulder and shoulders the morality, and the article is written skillfully. China's great task of rejuvenating the country is engraved on its mind. Not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, eliminating disadvantages and rejuvenating the country, social transformation period. Hold the steering wheel and serve the people. Strengthen state-owned assets, promote democracy and implement the rule of law. United as one, * * * produces party member first. Hold high the banner of Marxism-Leninism and develop nationalism. Ancestors should surprise the world safely and happily. Fourthly, Bodhisattva Manmin praised the workers, peasants, soldiers, officers and businessmen, all of whom were masters of China. The nation prospers the great cause and the people prosper. The state-owned economy is strong, the people are guaranteed, the country is forever solid, and Yao and Shun are all over the streets. Five, picking mulberry seeds, the road is the only one, going the wrong way, going the wrong way, going the wrong way, there is no smooth road to turn. On the side of the sunken ship, Qian Fan passed by and saw the spring scenery again, which broke the flag. Praise the motherland, praise the motherland.
8.5 Different poets praise the beautiful scenery of the motherland. Looking at Tianmen Mountain Tang Libai
The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
Looking at Lushan Waterfall Don Li Bai
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
Jiangnan Chuntang Dumu
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
"Looking at Yue" Tang Du Fu
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu .. magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds fly back and forth before my nervous eyes ... trying to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Spring outing in Qiantang Lake Tang Baiju
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees.
9. Learn to sing Songs in Praise of the Motherland by reading Poems in Praise of the Motherland (five songs are required). Love my China, my motherland. My mother called China to sing a poem praising the motherland. My motherland stands tall with majestic peaks overlooking the wind and rain of history, and the dusk is boundless, allowing clouds and smoke to drift by.
The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years. My motherland, the river is rushing, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves hit the canyon, which has experienced many ups and downs of fate.
My motherland is vast in territory and rich in natural resources, which has nurtured magnificent traditional culture and beautiful scenery. The sun sets in the desert, the moonlight is drunk with lotus flowers, and there are still many splendid civilizations shining on the vast land. My motherland, with its industrious people, 56 caring nationalities, wonderful oriental charm and romantic humanistic customs, has many beautiful and moving legends that have been passed down through the ages.
This is my motherland, this is my beloved motherland.