Eagerly looking for poems praising the motherland?

"October in the Motherland"

My motherland! This poetic name permeates every season of your life

It is a white dove under the blue sky

Wake up the first morning of October

Ah! Motherland, I love you too deeply and for too long...

October! My motherland

Please give me a torch

I will follow your footsteps

Let every dream drip with sweetness

On your day——

Please spread the colorful clouds all over the sky for me

I I want to inject eternal vitality into your beautiful flowers

The first October is always like tears and falling flowers, full of echoes

***The sound of the Chinese songs pass through your heart

Extending to the most passionate melody

In my heart you are more than just a green island to rest

You are a flower for me to step on The red clouds rising with the rhythm

No matter the mountains, rivers, valleys, fields, trails, and blue seas

Countless failures and successes make October fuller

Ah! Motherland...

Who wears the crown of October?

On the first morning of October in front of Tiananmen Square

I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the sound of harvest drums

I recalled the white marble sculptures The voice of history

Thoughts have changed

Flying clouds

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers

How can I not cultivate my beautiful character and ethics? ? !

The rising October has already seen thousands of sails racing

And my singing about my motherland

transforms into a flock of soaring white doves

The vibrations are endless

The vibrations are endless...

"Motherland, my dear motherland"

I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river

Spinning tired songs for hundreds of years

I am the blackened miner’s lamp on your forehead

Lighting you as you snail and grope in the tunnel of history< /p>

I am a shriveled ear of rice; a roadbed in disrepair

I am a barge on the silt

Stretching the rope deep

Your shoulders

——Motherland!

I am poverty

I am sorrow

I am your ancestors

The painful hope

Yes "Flying" sleeves

Flowers that have not fallen to the ground for thousands of years

——Motherland

I am your new ideal

Just escaped from the cobweb of myth

I am the germ of the ancient lotus under your snow quilt

I am your laughter nest with tears

I am the newly painted snow-white starting line

It is the crimson dawn

It is gushing

——The motherland

I am you One billionth

is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters

You fed it with your scarred breasts

I am confused, I am deep in thought, I am boiling

Then get it from my flesh and blood

Your wealth, your Glory, your freedom

——Motherland

My dear motherland