I. Poems about Mid-Autumn National Day 1;
Motherland, what an affectionate name! Every time I think about it, I can't help but feel the ups and downs of my mood, admire your five thousand years of glory and feel your fate for a hundred years.
Motherland, what a beautiful word! Every time I think about it, I can't help but bend my brow. I have a reputation as a country of etiquette, and the surprises I created have attracted the attention of the whole world.
How warm the motherland belongs to! Every time I hear it, I am full of pride, deeply grateful for the merits of my ancestors, and determined to hold up the motherland's tomorrow.
The motherland is the expectation of everyone in China! The motherland is the most beautiful melody in my heart! Today we are holding the torch relay, let us walk with you in the future!
Second, about the Mid-Autumn National Day poem 2:
How vast and magnificent. Beautiful land of China! The grain is abundant, and the cattle and sheep are fat. Rich land of China! /kloc-0.4 billion people live and work in peace and contentment. This is our motherland-China.
The Yellow River is rippling with 5,000 years of culture, and the Yangtze River contains eternal legends. Read four books and five classics, enjoy rich books, see magnificent mountains and rivers, the motherland! I'm proud of you!
When the five-star red flag flutters again, when the flame of civilization illuminates us, my lovely motherland. You are always full of hope! My dear China, you will always be full of vigor and vitality!
Three. Poem 3 on Mid-Autumn National Day:
The moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival gives off soft light. When I was a child, I heard from my grandmother that there was a jade rabbit on the moon that day. And WU GANG holding osmanthus wine.
When I grew up, I sat on the threshing floor and stared at the Mid-Autumn Moon seriously, as if there were floating mulberry leaves on the moon. A faint sweet smell, lovely and beautiful, mulberry leaves, you are my distant hometown.
I have always kept you in my heart. You used to be the territory of our motherland, and this heart is thinking from the inside out. Mulberry leaf, when will you come back to me and stare at the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival? I really want to fly to the sky.
Four, about the Mid-Autumn National Day poem 4:
Round wheels, raising the dust all the way, wandering anxious to return. The old lady is eager to see it in the morning breeze, with a big round table surrounded by dozens of people from four generations.
Flourishing leaves and deep roots, the old lady in Gaotang smiled like a flower, and the disc was bright. The round soup pot is filled with delicious soup, the round wine glass is aged with green wine, and the round rice bowl is filled with pearl fragrance.
The laughter of adults and children and the collision between cups and porcelain are long-lost acoustics and the eternal dream of the old lady.