A poem praising the motherland in the first grade

Love China, love China, we are all descendants of China. We love China, China, China, our dear mother, our cities and villages, our Yangtze River, our Yellow River, the self-respecting people in China love China, and China loves China. The whole nation has struggled for 5,000 years. There are no unavoidable difficulties, no stumbling. China people love China, China loves China, and we are all descendants of China. We love China. ! ! A poem praising the motherland: a breezy autumn wind! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! Poem 2 praising the motherland: "Motherland, my dear motherland" I/am your brand-new ideal, just out of the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! I/am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You/with scarred * * * feed me confused, thoughtful, boiling; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! Poetry 3 praises the motherland: my motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing splendid journeys everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, full of simple feelings, I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and brilliant. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal rivers and mountains of reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. The sun like the dawn of the motherland, with firm faith, turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of the great motherland's oriental civilization is like a Mercedes-Benz train, holding up the burning belief to meet the dawn of the century and sail for a more brilliant future. Poem 4: Ode to the Ancestor ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— The footsteps of history have accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I thought of my motherland, a motherland full of * * *-here I am the motherland of song for you. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your breath, and the boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and the whole of my life. Motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, the flaming flame of socialism, the horn of the people's revolution, and the sail of riding the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and enterprising, and the avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is spreading your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast and a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and a derrick in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill and courage, and the great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The smiling faces of the people write about your great motherland-your motherland that created life and transformed the world. Motherland-you are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a soldier who defends the truth and raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. The sons and daughters of China are grateful to your mother-like motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and brought the dawn of peace. Motherland, Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You've always known that. Firmly for Intel, you are kind and loving, defending Greenpeace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have such a motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the motherland's tomorrow will be better, the world's tomorrow will be better and mankind's tomorrow will be better. Poetry praising the motherland: the motherland! This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream flow with sweetness, and let all voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your cockroach. The first October is always like echoing tears. The sound of harmony passes through your heart and extends to the most passionate melody. In my heart, you are not only a green island where I can rest, but also a red cloud that makes me step on the beat. No matter the countless failures and successes of mountains, rivers, valleys, fields, trails and the sea, October is more fulfilling! Motherland ... for whom is the crown of October worn? On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the drums of harvest. I recall the historical sounds carved on white marble, and my thoughts have changed. How can the mountains and rivers in Wan Li not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? ! The rising October has been celebrated in Qian Fan. My singing has turned my motherland into a flock of flying white doves. They are vibrating, vibrating … my motherland, my motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization. You have a sacred name, and that is China! That's China, my motherland. My beloved motherland is original! ! ! But can I use the first grade? Motherland-you are a song in my heart. What a kind name the motherland is! 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! Love my China! Love my China! 56 constellations, 56 flowers, 56 brothers and sisters are a family!