Poetry praising the party and the country.

Praising the party has brought happiness to the hearts of the people. It is your strong character, killing in the battlefield filled with smoke, and writing a magical chapter for us. When the flood rages and the earthquake comes, you stand in front of the people and stretch out your hands to save people. It is you who stand in the river that burst its banks and build dams with your body; It is you who lie under the collapsed ruins and hold up a peaceful day; In the running of debris flow, I jumped in front of the buried person with the steps of a giant, and my heart was touched at that moment. I am proud of you, I am proud of you, you will always be a star on the national flag, shining all the time. You are the morning sun spraying blood, writing music with your life. You never make light of it, but you speak brilliantly with broadness. It is your iron will and your strong arms that hold up the rainbow of the motherland and the dawn of happiness in the hearts of the people. It is your strong character, killing in the battlefield filled with smoke, and writing a magical chapter for us. When the flood rages and the earthquake comes, you stand in front of the people and stretch out your hands to save people. It is you who stand in the river that burst its banks and build dams with your body; It is you who lie under the collapsed ruins and hold up a peaceful day; In the running of debris flow, I jumped in front of the buried person with the steps of a giant, and my heart was touched at that moment. I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you, you will always be a star on the national flag ~ ~ Great country and great party, the sun shines everywhere, great people stand tall, great army holds guns high, great leader Mao Zedong leads us forward, the sea can't stop, the mountains can't stop! Great country, great party, the banner of revolution is flying high, great people are not afraid of storms, great army is vigorous, great leader Mao Zedong leads us forward, the motherland will be rich and strong, mankind will be liberated, and mankind will be liberated! Dear party! We compare you to the fiery red sun, but the sun in your heart is our new generation. Our great leader Chairman Mao once said, "The world is yours and ours, but in the final analysis it is yours. You are like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and your hopes are pinned on you. " I firmly believe that we are a seed in fertile soil and a sunflower in the sun. Under the care of the Party and in the warm sunshine, we will grow sturdily and build a more prosperous future for our motherland. My friend, I am proud of the times we live in. Whether I walk into the classroom facing the morning sun or leave the campus in a sunset glow, whenever I look up at the bright red sun, my heart is full of emotions. We are bathed in the sunshine, let's sing happily. We look forward to a bright future, let's fly red hope! Poetry of the Motherland 2 My motherland overlooks the history of wind and rain with towering mountains and majestic peaks, and the twilight is boundless, letting the clouds pass. The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years. My motherland, the river is rushing, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves hit the canyon, which has experienced many ups and downs of fate. My motherland is vast in territory and abundant in natural resources, and the beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture. The sun sets in the desert, the moonlight is drunk with lotus flowers, and there are still many splendid civilizations shining on the vast land. My motherland, with its industrious people, 56 caring nationalities, wonderful oriental charm and romantic humanistic customs, has many beautiful and moving legends that have been passed down through the ages. This is my motherland, this is my beloved motherland. I love your long and splendid history, I love your flowers on every inch of land, I love your magnificent rivers and mountains, and I love the indomitable spirit of your people. 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. I love my motherland deeply. My beating heart has been beating for five thousand years. I love my motherland deeply. The surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I love my motherland deeply. My yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors. I love my motherland deeply. My black eyes reveal a humble smile. I love my motherland deeply. My strong character is tall and straight. I love my motherland deeply. My motherland, lovely China, you have created a glorious history and raised a great nation. I am proud of your long history. Thousands of years of strong winds can't break your tall and straight back. I am proud of your strength, and I have spent years at home and abroad. I am proud of your light, the Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny, I am proud of your spirit, and the reform and opening up are magnificent. Lovely motherland, wherever I go, I will hold your arm, and wherever I live, you will warm my heart. Lovely motherland, you hold the rudder of the new century, and you have created miracles that shocked the world with speed and strength. You have achieved another more brilliant development with diligence and wisdom! Motherland, motherland, you will always be full of hope, motherland, motherland, you will always be full of vitality. Singing the Motherland 1 year bears the footsteps of history, and the earth accumulates the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland and am full of passion for it-here I am in 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 flag of world peace, the messenger of human civilization and progress, the warrior who defends the truth, and the mother who nurtures her 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. Through the world civilization, you will be forever enlightened, and you are determined to live forever for Intel. You are kind and caring, defending green peace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud of our motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the future of our motherland is better, the future of the world is better and the future of mankind is better. Poetry of the motherland II! 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 competes with my singing in Qian Fan. My motherland has become a flock of high-flying white doves, flapping their wings and wanting to fly ... Motherland Poetry 3 I am your worn-out old waterwheel by the river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years. I am a miner's lamp on your forehead, and you are groping in the tunnel of history. I am a withered ear of rice; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your snow-covered ancient lotus, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-motherland, I am one billionth of you. It is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me with scarred breasts, confused me, considerate me and boiled me. Then I will get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-my motherland, my dear motherland.