Appreciation of Poetry in Grateful for the Motherland

There is a poem that once said:

Mom told me.

My favorite should be my motherland.

The motherland is the mother of all of us.

Yes, I am convinced that the concept of the motherland has been deeply branded in each of us. The reason why we compare our motherland to our mother is because our motherland is as kind and broad as our mother and feeds us with sweet milk like our mother ... I thank my mother because she gave me life. Similarly, I am more grateful to our great motherland, because she trained me to be an adult!

However, our motherland has experienced many vicissitudes.

Since the late Qing Dynasty, our motherland has been bullied and trampled. The corrupt Qing government finally aroused the resistance of patriots from all walks of life in China, and the Xinhai Revolution led by Dr. Sun Yat-sen finally overthrew the rule of the Qing Dynasty. 1 August 9271day, Nanchang Uprising broke out, and the China * * * production party finally had its own army. Mao Zedong, a great man, led the suffering people of China to begin the difficult course of building a new China. ...

Finally, after countless bloody battles, the people of China turned over and became masters! People's Republic of China (PRC) was finally established! Under the correct leadership of the great leader Chairman Mao, the development of China is gradually on the right track. Although there were ten years of catastrophe and three years of natural disasters during this period, didn't we all survive? As Chairman Mao's Yongmei said:

Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. The cliff is already a hundred feet of ice, and there are beautiful flowers. Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.

Yes, isn't our motherland like plum blossoms that are not afraid of the cold? The greater the difficulty, the stronger she is, the more fearless she is, and finally ushered in a bright spring!

Today, our motherland just celebrated her 59th birthday. Look at today's motherland, she has been radiant and dazzling! Look, all kinds of expensive cars are flowing in the street; Television computers have long been commonplace in the family; In the spacious and bright teaching building, the beautiful song "I can't live without my motherland for a moment" rings from time to time; The athletes on the playground are stretching their lithe posture. ...

Ah, living in such a great country and in the warm arms of my mother, I feel infinite happiness and pride. And all this, is not our great motherland to us? Here, I turn my infinite gratitude to my motherland into one sentence: motherland, mother, thank you!