Time carries the footsteps of history.
The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization.
I walked at the beginning of the century.
Thinking about the motherland,
Full of * * *
Motherland-I play songs for you here.
Motherland, Motherland-you are the confluence of thousands of years of history and the source of civilization. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The surging river is your breath, the ocean is your blood, you are the theme of the world and everything in my life.
Motherland, 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 spreads your vitality. You are the creator of the world and a practitioner of socialism.
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 group of derricks in Tarim Oilfield. You have vision, skill and courage. The earth-shaking changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. People's smiles are about your greatness
Motherland-You created life and changed the world.
Motherland, Motherland-You are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a warrior who defends the truth and a mother who raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. China children appreciate your maternal love.
Motherland-You have soothed human suffering 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 are an immortal, and you are determined to live forever for Intena. You are kind and caring, defending green peace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud of having such a motherland.
Motherland-we are United with you, we hold you forward, and your children firmly believe.
The motherland's tomorrow will be better, the world's tomorrow will be better and mankind's tomorrow will be better.
Poetry of the motherland II
Motherland! 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.
Ah! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow in your footsteps, make every dream full of sweetness, and make all sounds with golden notes.
Please fill the sky with rosy clouds for me. I want to inject eternal vitality into your lush flowers. The first October is always like a falling tear, covered with echoes and rural sounds, extending to your heart and becoming the most passionate melody. In my mind, you are not only a green island to rest on, but also a red cloud that makes me rise with the beat, regardless of mountains, rivers, Victoria Valley and fields. 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 celebrated the rising October, and my singing turned my motherland into a flock of high-flying white doves, flapping their wings and flying. ...
Poetry of the motherland 3
I am an old waterwheel worn by your river, spinning hundreds of years of old songs, I am a miner's lamp on your forehead, and I am a withered ear of rice that you grope for in the historical tunnel; It's the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deep into your shoulder-
Motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the bitter hope of your generations, and I am the flower that never falls to the ground between the sleeves.
Motherland, I am your brand-new ideal. I just broke free from the spider web of myth. I am the germ of your snow-covered ancient lotus. I am your tearful smile. I am the newly painted white starting line. The crimson dawn is spreading-
Motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You have fed me a scarred * * *, considerate and excited. Then get your wealth, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-my motherland, my dear motherland ... >>
The reading draft of traditional culture poetry 10 is divided into "Singing the Motherland" 1.
Time carries the footsteps of history.
The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization.
I walked at the beginning of the century.
Thinking about the motherland,
Full of * * *
Motherland-I play songs for you here.
Motherland, Motherland-you are the confluence of thousands of years of history and the source of civilization. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The surging river is your breath, the ocean is your blood, you are the theme of the world and everything in my life.
Motherland, 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 spreads your vitality. You are the creator of the world and a practitioner of socialism.
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 group of derricks in Tarim Oilfield. You have vision, skill and courage. The earth-shaking changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. People's smiles are about your greatness
Motherland-You created life and changed the world.
Motherland, Motherland-You are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a warrior who defends the truth and a mother who raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. China children appreciate your maternal love.
Motherland-You have soothed human suffering 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 are an immortal, and you are determined to live forever for Intena. You are kind and caring, defending green peace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud of having such a motherland.
Motherland-we are United with you, we hold you forward, and your children firmly believe.
The motherland's tomorrow will be better, the world's tomorrow will be better and mankind's tomorrow will be better.
Poetry of the motherland II
Motherland! 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.
Ah! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow in your footsteps, make every dream full of sweetness, and make all sounds with golden notes.
Please fill the sky with rosy clouds for me. I want to inject eternal vitality into your lush flowers. The first October is always like a falling tear, covered with echoes and rural sounds, extending to your heart and becoming the most passionate melody. In my mind, you are not only a green island to rest on, but also a red cloud that makes me rise with the beat, regardless of mountains, rivers, Victoria Valley and fields. 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 celebrated the rising October, and my singing turned my motherland into a flock of high-flying white doves, flapping their wings and flying. ...
Poetry of the motherland 3
I am an old waterwheel worn by your river, spinning hundreds of years of old songs, I am a miner's lamp on your forehead, and I am a withered ear of rice that you grope for in the historical tunnel; It's the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deep into your shoulder-
Motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the bitter hope of your generations, and I am the flower that never falls to the ground between the sleeves.
Motherland, I am your brand-new ideal. I just broke free from the spider web of myth. I am the germ of your snow-covered ancient lotus. I am your tearful smile. I am the newly painted white starting line. The crimson dawn is spreading-
Motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You have fed me a scarred * * *, considerate and excited. Then get your wealth, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-my motherland, my dear motherland ... >>
The whole class should recite poems with momentum and the theme is to carry forward the traditional culture of the Chinese nation. It is suggested to recite China's Theory, which is very imposing and heroic. Poetry can be divided into girls' department and boys' department. If you recite it together and stagger it, it will definitely have a very shocking live effect. Now the original work may not achieve the shocking effect.
Poetry recitation about China traditional culture, 3-4 minutes, competition. Urgent! The Chinese nation has been a nation that pays attention to moral education and personal cultivation since ancient times. A sweet smile, a persistent pursuit, and a comforting tolerance have merged into a touching note on the ode to virtue.
I have always liked literary works with Chinese civilization and always wanted to feel the vicissitudes and civilization of ancient China. Reading the distant Neolithic Age and listening to the last dynasty, the civilization of the Chinese nation surpassed a long history. On the eastern continent, she wrote a legend with extraordinary creativity that was praised all over the world.
During the Three Kingdoms period, after Zhuge Liang's death, Jiang Wan presided over Shu. An official named Min Yang accused Jiang Wan behind his back: "You can't be as confused as Zhuge Liang!" Jiang Wan was told to punish Min Yang. But Jiang Wan said, "I'm really not as good as my predecessor. Min Yang is not wrong! " Later, Min Yang was arrested and imprisoned for something, and some people speculated that he would not live this time. However, Jiang Wan let bygones be bygones, handled it impartially, and exempted Min Yang from the felony. Jiang Wan is honest and generous, and people praise him as "the prime minister can punt in his stomach". Tolerance is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation and an essential moral quality of contemporary people. Tolerance is full of understanding. With understanding, there will be understanding and sympathy; More understanding means less misunderstanding, less resentment and more harmony.
The beauty of the city makes us pursue, the tranquility of the countryside makes us yearn for it, and all the civilizations of the past dynasties seem to have disappeared in this beautiful country.
Not long ago, I saw such a news: a female college student applied for an enterprise in Harbin, and her quality was good in all aspects. Just because she gave up her seat on the bus many times, she was called "lack of competition consciousness" and failed to apply. Faced with such news, I have to be surprised. I want to ask, where are the lovely people in the world, the civilizations and virtues from ancient times to the present?
The old man who fell did not dare to help. 18 people walked past Xiao Yueyue who was hit ... I was shocked by indifference. What binds the warm arms that we are about to extend? What binds us to virtue? What has frozen our civilization for thousands of years?
Students often litter on campus. As a "etiquette supervisor", I have been saying this to those students who litter and don't listen to instructions: what you left behind is garbage, but what I found is civilization! Yes, littering is a common thing, but in the face of civilization and virtue, littering is dirty and undesirable!
The ancients have paved the way for us. The next step is for us to persevere. Everything depends on people. First of all, we must have the virtues of middle school students and the virtues of the Chinese nation. People without virtue are not noble. Don't let bad habits pollute the flower-like youth, let alone let bad habits accompany you through the best life! Let our campus bloom beautifully from now on, and let our society produce spark civilization! Let's embrace civilization and walk hand in hand with virtue!
Give thanks to ancestors, carry forward China's traditional cultural poems, and recite ode to the motherland 1
Time carries the footsteps of history.
The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization.
I walked at the beginning of the century.
Thinking about the motherland,
Full of * * *
Motherland-I play songs for you here.
Motherland, Motherland-you are the confluence of thousands of years of history and the source of civilization. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The surging river is your breath, the ocean is your blood, you are the theme of the world and everything in my life.
Motherland, 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 spreads your vitality. You are the creator of the world and a practitioner of socialism.
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 group of derricks in Tarim Oilfield. You have vision, skill and courage. The earth-shaking changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. People's smiles are about your greatness
Motherland-You created life and changed the world.
Motherland, Motherland-You are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a warrior who defends the truth and a mother who raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. China children appreciate your maternal love.
Motherland-You have soothed human suffering 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 are an immortal, and you are determined to live forever for Intena. You are kind and caring, defending green peace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud of having such a motherland.
Motherland-we are United with you, we hold you forward, and your children firmly believe.
The motherland's tomorrow will be better, the world's tomorrow will be better and mankind's tomorrow will be better.
Poetry of the motherland II
Motherland! 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.
Ah! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow in your footsteps, make every dream full of sweetness, and make all sounds with golden notes.
Please fill the sky with rosy clouds for me. I want to inject eternal vitality into your lush flowers. The first October is always like a falling tear, covered with echoes and rural sounds, extending to your heart and becoming the most passionate melody. In my mind, you are not only a green island to rest on, but also a red cloud that makes me rise with the beat, regardless of mountains, rivers, Victoria Valley and fields. 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 celebrated the rising October, and my singing turned my motherland into a flock of high-flying white doves, flapping their wings and flying. ...
Poetry of the motherland 3
I am an old waterwheel worn by your river, spinning hundreds of years of old songs, a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead, and a withered ear of rice that you groped for in the historical tunnel. It's the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deep into your shoulder-
Motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the bitter hope of your generations, and I am the flower that never falls to the ground between the sleeves.
Motherland, I am your brand-new ideal. I just broke free from the spider web of myth. I am the germ of your snow-covered ancient lotus. I am your tearful smile. I am the newly painted white starting line. The crimson dawn is spreading-
Motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You have fed me a scarred * * *, considerate and excited. Then get your wealth, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-my motherland, my dear motherland ... >>
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