Motherland, I am proud of you.
When the magnificent huabiao,
Let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn,
When the majestic _,
Let the clouds meet the rising sun.
The ear of history,
The salute rumbled,
An avalanche of echoes,
It is the echo of the changes in China.
A giant looks down at the world,
A loud voice,
The whole world heard it,
People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded!
When the first five-star red flag Ran Ran was raised,
Flying in the wind of the sky,
People looked up,
The whole world saw it,
The people of China have stood up since then!
This period of history embodies greatness,
Indulge in the sunshine in October,
This momentum is full of passion,
Built a monument to stand in the east of the world. A glorious era,
With strong hands,
He wrote a glorious chapter of the new China,
People proudly pointed out the direction.
Suffering mother,
Wipe the tears from your eyes,
Showing inner joy and heartfelt happiness, the motherland bravely moved towards prosperity and eulogized our history.
There is a myth that Pangu created the world.
Generate the light that shines with life.
Praise our history,
There are four great inventions,
Sow on this barren land.
Praise our history,
With the wisdom of Laozi and Confucius,
The flame of thousands of years of civilization has illuminated us and eulogized our history.
Modern Poetry Celebrating the 7th1Anniversary of People's Republic of China (PRC) II
At 7 1, your trunk is very big.
7 1 year, your brilliance is vast.
I come from the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
After a huge circle
In the palace of Qianlong's prosperity
Rummaged through it
Can't find the revelation.
Or associate or speak.
China, 7 1 year.
You gave birth to magic in the land of sages with the pen of genius.
What is the Peach Blossom Garden?
What is Eden?
Put it in today's picture
This is just above the water.
It's too smooth.
So empty.
China, at 7 1, you let all the haze melt a little.
Let all the bodies learn to be brilliant, and let all the wings learn to soar in the dynamic background.
Fly farther and farther
Modern Poetry Celebrating the 7th1Anniversary of the Founding of People's Republic of China (PRC) III
It's golden autumn in October again. My motherland, our mother, I have a thousand words to say to you.
We are as deep as the sea. Please confess to you that there are too many poems praising the motherland.
There are too many songs praising you.
Of course, compare you with your mother.
We are not the first and will not be the last motherland. We are children born in your misery. We grew up in hardships and thrived in the wind and rain. You gave us confidence and strength.
In your eager eyes
We hold up the blue sky with tenacity, and we dig out the black treasure with faith.
When ridicule and contempt are submerged in the rolling oil, we are your proudest sons and daughters.
Seventy-one years of vicissitudes of life
Our honor and disgrace in 7 1 year
The bumpy record in 7 1 year.
The music we worked hard for 7 1 year.
Seventy-one years of hard work and pioneering efforts
It is the belief that all hot-blooded men will win, and history will not forget it.
The hard years we spent together.
Looking up at the mountains, we are eagles flying with wings, bowing to the plain, we are rolling the Yellow River, when rolling wheels run on the earth.
Motherland, we are the driving force for your departure. We connect our motherland with the world.
Watching the wheel of history roll forward. The world is developing and the motherland is advancing. Please allow your children to be proud of their motherland!