What are the excellent ancient and modern poems that praise the motherland?

1, forty years of home country, three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. How many times did you know each other because of a fight? Once classified as ministers, Shen Yao and Pan were killed. On the day when he resigned from the temple in a hurry, Jiao Fang still played farewell songs and cried for Gong E ... —— Li Yu, the Five Dynasties' "Broken Array, Forty Years Home".

2, the wilderness is eager to disappear, and the water is far away from the village. Cattle and horses put more spring grass, and Harada plowed ancient monuments. It's late in the snowy mountains, smoke from cooking stoves is accompanied by sunset, and the shadows of trees are faint. Wan Li Huangsha, it's hard to look back at Qinyuan. -"Qin Huaichun" Tang Dynasty: Zhou Pu

3. Shicheng is still an empty country, and the Forbidden City is spring. Seven feet of green hair and grass are rare. Yuying is dying, who knows better? Tang Ye, like weaving, only teaches people to add resentment and memories, and looks forward to infinity. -"The backyard flower stone city is still empty" Five generations: Sun Guangxian

4, the old man talked about juvenile madness, left pulling yellow, right pulling pale, golden hat mink fur, thousand riding volumes Hiraoka. In order to repay the people of the whole city for following my generous hunting proposal, I will shoot this tiger myself like Sun Quan. After drinking wine, my chest is still open and my temples are slightly frosted. What's the harm! When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun. -"Jiangchengzi Mizhou Hunting" Song Dynasty: Su Shi

5, the mighty sorrow is slanting during the day, and the whip refers to the end of the world. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. -"The Fifth Poem of Ji Hai" Qing: Gong Zizhen