I want patriotic poems or essays of New China.

I was born in a poor and backward rural family, and I have lived on land far away from the city for generations. Of course, this is the conclusion that I hate and love when I grew up out of the countryside and squeezed into the city. My childhood teenagers don't know what poverty is, what backwardness is, and what pain is. They feel so happy, so happy, so comfortable, so warm in the sun, so bright in the moonlight, and so beautiful in the fields! My family lives in the east of the village, which is connected with the field, and there is a triangular pit in front. You can watch the diving in the pit, listen to the insects in the field, listen to the dogs barking in the village, watch countless orioles sing green willows, and watch many rows of egrets fly to the sky. So far, my ventriloquism can still be confused with the truth. At the age of seven, our village started a primary school with the help of the collective barn, and that's when I entered the school gate. With the increase of knowledge, I gradually realized the past. Therefore, whether in primary school or middle school, I study hard, learn from the heroes and great men in the book, and set up lofty ideals and ambitions: when I grow up, I must become the pillar of the motherland, change myself, change my hometown, change my motherland, and change the mental outlook of my generation facing the loess and facing the sky! Although this ideal is naive, it is sincere. It is full of beautiful light rings and great temptations, calling me to pursue beauty step by step. Just as I was moving from the stream of knowledge to the river of knowledge and the ocean of knowledge, I was dragged back to the barren yellow land and two broken grass houses where I was born by the mudslide of the times. In that vast world, I am carrying a shovel and hoe, driving cattle and pulling a plow, and repeating the work that has been repeated for generations on the yellow land. The original ideal became unreasonable and there was nothing to think about. Later, the college entrance examination system was restored, but everything I learned basically turned into loess with sweat on my face and turned into dirt. Heaven has eyes. 1978, I actually entered the university from that small village. Although I have only received a secondary education in a normal school, my position at home is no less than that of the champion and the soon-to-be husband. I don't think this school is a famous brand, and it's impossible to go to Wan Li to realize my dream, but I went anyway, because I couldn't stand my parents' satisfied and begging eyes. I walked into the school that I didn't want to know in the notice with the complex feelings of loss, frustration, helplessness and people having to work hard to make their bones hungry, and eagerly squeezed out a little spring from the books I could read. So after finishing my homework, I began to create literature, write novels, and prepare to "abandon my official position and join the literature" and become a writer in the future to take Nobel Prize in Literature. However, after graduation, when teachers eat "imperial grain" and enter the society with iron rice bowls, they can't control the turmoil of youth. First of all, they fantasize about finding an elegant and beautiful couple as soon as possible. Every time they see a beautiful girl in the street, cinemas and theaters can't help but cast envious eyes: why doesn't she belong to me? They may have been spoiled or they may be spoiled at any time. It seems that they are the perfect couple only if they marry me. For this reason, I don't know how much time, energy, emotion, suffering, depression, pain and trouble I have brought myself. When I was young, I believed that time was precious, but I didn't forget it. After I got married, I started a family and had children. Then I realized that time is as bright and short as dew in the sun. It's now or never. The flame of the furnace of life is not high, but it can squash, lengthen or pinch people. The greatest feat in life is to conquer yourself. Life is often so fragile and vulnerable! After teaching, I wrote a lot of novels, essays and reportage. Although he joined the Henan Writers Association, Nobel Prize in Literature may have to wait until the Year of the Monkey. Later, I saw many people of the same age embark on their careers for the benefit of the next party. I couldn't help itching, and finally mixed a black veil the size of a grain of rice. I really did the good I tried to do, but it was also bittersweet. I don't know the true face of officialdom, but it's not in officialdom. Up and down, left and right, potholes, ravines, it is difficult for you to be a good official and a good official! In more than forty spring and autumn seasons, it seems like taking a nap before going to leisure. Looking back, it seems as if it was yesterday, even in front of us. How many things should be done, shouldn't be done, shouldn't be done, shouldn't be done, have all become floating clouds. Tomorrow I will continue my pursuit and my pain. Pursuit is a process. Pursuit is a kind of strength, a means, an eruption and sublimation of feelings. There are hesitation, loss, frustration, pain and joy in the pursuit. In the pursuit, we can constantly improve ourselves, enrich ourselves, know ourselves and improve ourselves. Pursuit is a kind of beauty!