Poems describing the beautiful motherland (1)
There are some light clouds floating in the sky,
There is some breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blew my hair,
Teach me how to miss her?
The moonlight is in love with the ocean,
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The ocean is in love with the moonlight.
Ah!
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how to miss her?
The fallen flowers on the water slowly flowed. ,
The fish swim slowly under the water.
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her?
The dead tree sways in the cold wind,
Wildfires burn in the twilight.
Ah!
There is still some lingering clouds in the west.
How can I miss her?
Poems about the beautiful motherland (2) )
You are the peak of Mount Tai,
Sublime and hard;
You are the Yangtze River rushing through the Three Gorges,
Raging and surging,
When I think of you for sixty-one years,
The rain and wind roar in my ears,
You are a blazing fire,
Burn the rotten things clean;
You are the shining mirror.
Concentrating the people’s hopes,
You are creating something new history,
inherit the excellent tradition.
Everyone cheers and salutes you,
You have a broad mind and do not take credit for yourself,
Your feet are rooted in the earth,
Your reputation reaches high in the sky.
The times are rolling,
You are a dragon in the clouds; < /p>
You are brave in the face of the evil tiger.
Clench your iron fist and never relax.
You are the lightning that cuts through the darkness,
You are the dormant thunder,
You are the sea of ??wisdom,
You are the sky lantern hanging high,
You are the warrior of the people - ---Infinite power!
You are full of heroic spirit,
Forever moving forward, forever young
Poems describing the beautiful motherland (3)
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with my hoarse throat:
This land battered by storms,
This ever-raging land The river of our sorrow and indignation,
The angry wind that blows endlessly,
And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest...
——Then I died,
Even my feathers rotted in the earth.
Why are there always tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply...
Poems about the beautiful motherland (4)
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Among countless blue eyes and brown eyes,
I have a pair of jewel-like black eyes.
I am proud, I am Chinese!
Among countless white skins and black skins,
I have earth-yellow skin, < /p>
I am proud, I am Chinese!
I am Chinese——
The Loess Plateau is my chest,
The water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood;
The Great Wall is my raised arm,
Mount Tai is the heel I stand on.
I am Chinese
My ancestors were the first to walk out of the forest,
My ancestors were the first to start farming.
I am a descendant of the compass and printing,
I am a descendant of pi and the seismograph.
Among my nation,
there are not only those who are immortal in history
Confucius, Sima Qian, Li Zicheng, Sun Yat-sen,
There are also those who are immortal in the history of literature
Hua Mulan, Lin Daiyu, Sun Wukong, and Lu Zhishen.
I am proud that I am Chinese!
I am Chinese
My rough voice like the Yellow River,
not only rings in In the United Nations building,
loudly expressed opinions about China,
and also in the Olympic stadium,
loudly shouted "China scores".
When applause sends the Chinese flag into the blue sky,
I hope I am Chinese!
I am Chinese
I That huge arm like the Great Wall,
not only drilled the drill pipe of the oil production machine
into the center of the earth where oil was predicted to be unable to be drilled,
also sent communication satellites My ancestors
I have never seen white clouds in my dreams.
When the five oceans listen to the voice of the East,
I am proud, I am Chinese.
I am Chinese
I am the heir of the Mogao Grottoes murals,
Let the flying murals live with us.
I am Feitian,
Feitian is us.
I am proud, I am Chinese!