Poetry 1 about National Day:
Celebrating the anniversary of National Day
The sound of the salute shook the world,
The five-star red flag looked like a colorful cloud.
The glorious history has attracted the attention of the world.
The land of China is full of flowers.
Reform and opening up have set sail,
the motherland has leapt into a thousand-mile horse.
Today we are ready to fight again,
Everyone praises the bright future.
Looking now,
I am even more energetic after the storm.
Poetry 2 about National Day:
National Day Poem
The sky is clear, the mountains and rivers are magnificent, and the red flag is flying.
Look at the radius of Jiuzhou, the whole world is celebrating; the rivers are singing, and the fragrance is flowing everywhere.
Society is stable, people are happy, and reform and opening up has written a new chapter.
New China, like a giant dragon in the world, stands in the east.
Today’s brilliance depends on the direction of the party, government and national policies.
Recalling the turbulent years, all life was in ruins; the people were in trouble and the night was long.
A hail of bullets, life and death, in exchange for the rebirth of a red sun.
Cherish it and keep the rivers and mountains red forever.
Poetry 3 about National Day:
A song to the motherland
The wind of golden autumn
Sends a faint fragrance.
Chrysanthemum in the frost
A season of beauty
Kiss the afterglow of the sunset
Love overflows the gentle eyes
Look at the tranquility in the surrounding areas
Passion flies into the poem
Listen to the gurgling of the Yellow River
A history of countless sufferings
Watch the sinking sand in the river< /p>
How many memories have been accumulated
Devastated
It’s your old face
The hardships of childhood
Left behind The Immortal Brand
Wind, frost, snow and rain
Half a century of struggle
A long history
The footprints of five thousand years of civilization
The long river of history
Rolling with the heroic waves of the past
The strings of time
Playing and singing the glorious melody of today
Childhood’s hardships have left an eternal mark. Wind, frost, snow and rain. Half a century of struggle. The abyss has been flowing for five thousand years. The footprints of a civilization of five thousand years. The long river of history rolls with the heroic waves of the past. The strings of time play and sing the glory of today. melody