In the vast history, China's traditional culture shows its unique charm, which makes the world admire and the people proud! However, with the passage of time and the changes of the times, with the blending and collision of eastern and western cultures, China's traditional culture seems to be forgotten in a dusty corner. I have to admit that this is an era of cultural excitement. The "Korean Wave" is overwhelming, and western culture is constantly "landing on the beach". Multiculturalism makes China more and more international and fashionable.
Internationalization is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, it has narrowed the distance between China and the world; On the other hand, it will also lead to the loss of traditional culture. How terrible! Without a distinctive national culture, it is inevitable that it will not stand among the nations of the world and win the respect of the world.
2. The poem "Singing the Motherland" 1 year, which praises the culture of China, bears the footsteps of history, and the essence of civilization is accumulated on the earth. Walking at the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland, 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 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 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-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. Feed me with scarred breasts, miss me, cook me, and then get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-motherland, my dear motherland.
3. What are the poems praising cultural experts? Take Du Fu as an example:
Literary talent:
The evaluation of Du Fu's later poems in Wu Ling's Poems Around the Stream: "Yang opens and Yin closes" says: "Only the meaning is far-reaching, and the next sentence is unknown".
Qin Guan also has a similar view: "So Du Zimei people are poor and expensive, extremely luxurious, full of diluted interest, delicate and clean, and have the beauty of algae, which is beyond the reach of other families." However, if you don't gather the strengths of many families, Du can't be immune. "
Ideological realm:
Han Yu, a great writer in the Tang Dynasty, once compared Du Fu with Li Bai, saying that "Du Li's articles are there, and the flames are endless" [12]. Wang Anshi praised Du Fu's poems as "ugly and beautiful, and I don't see how to carve them" [13]. Chen Shan's "New Theory on Qin Tick" Volume 7: "Old Du Fu's poems should be six classics in poetry, while others' poems are philosophers". Jiang Shiquan's Collection of Zhongyatang, the first volume, Preface to the Collection of Du Fu's Poems, is also called "Du Fu's Poet, Four Books in Poetry".
4. Drunk flowers, a poem praising traditional culture.
Author: Hu Ju
Inscription:
Mid-Autumn Festival has the most unique charm in traditional festivals in China, bearing the rich thoughts and feelings of the Chinese nation and countless literati. How many people miss the moon, how many people go to Qian Shan for reunion; I also used the traditional taste of Mid-Autumn Festival to express my views, thoughts and feelings about it.
Drunk mid-autumn festival
Dreaming of Mid-Autumn Festival,
I don't understand lovesickness.
The family stays away from reunion,
Wan Li Tianya,
In a hurry to get home.
Sweet osmanthus wine warms sweet osmanthus,
A mouthful of red dust indicates.
She dances like Chang 'e,
The colored sleeves disappeared,
Drunk? Who said that?
Poetry is full of the author's thoughts, feelings and rich imagination. The language is concise and vivid, with distinct rhythm, harmonious phonology and rich musical beauty. Sentences are generally in rows, paying attention to the beauty of structure and form.
Extended data:
Attitude towards traditional culture:
For individuals, it is necessary to:
First, there is a certain cultural accumulation.
Second, clear the direction. That is, it conforms to the social development trend and the people-oriented and people-oriented values.
Third, there must be a relaxed environment. To allow the existence and development of friction things, we should not treat new things as a scourge, but encourage different ideas and cultures to confront each other freely.
Fourth, courage and will. This requires the courage and will of the whole nation. The old culture is the driving force of social progress in the past, and the new society also needs the unremitting efforts of the new culture, respects the law of development of things, and will eventually win.
Today, when we talk about Chinese studies, we should study them from the cultural background of the whole world. To learn Chinese studies, we must understand the development trend of modern society. Only in this way can we draw a comprehensive, mature and pertinent conclusion by studying Chinese studies.
5. Lang Lang Gan Kun, an ancient poem praising or related to China culture, stands tall in China. He is 5000 years old and has given birth to tens of billions of people. He carried five mountains on one shoulder, opened the Three Gorges with his huge palm, surrounded the Great Wall of Wan Li around his waist and crossed the Yellow River in nine twists. He held high the flame of civilization and crossed the century. The blazing fire is passed down from generation to generation, shining with the brilliance of the future. \x0d★ The vastness of history is summarized in the altar; Brilliant culture is condensed in front of us. Xuxing 300 meters flat tunnel, thinking of five thousand years of bumps and long distances. On heroes, no matter whether they succeed or fail, several romantic events can be used as a guide to their rise and fall. What is wave washing? Who should be persuaded to return? Culture is an evergreen tree and science is a cornucopia. It has created a happy place on the earth and pushed the wheel of history. \x0d★ In modern times, our country is in crisis. A hundred years' worries make the enemy unite as one. Scattered sand turned into iron towers, turning the weak into athletes. The giant of the East wakes up like a sleeping lion, and the phoenix of soul of china is nirvana. We saved the day and built a magnificent building on the ruins. This country is heading for prosperity. Later, we can see the newcomers. Comparing Youzhou and Taiwan Province can stimulate our ambition. If we mourn, we will win and China will prosper. The sun and the moon testify for our motherland, and whether the wind has done heroic deeds for our nation. We will fly over the stars at the turn of the century and drive Shenzhou to stand in the forest of powerful countries.
6. Sentences praising China's culture The years bear the footsteps of history, and the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland, and I am full of passion for my motherland-here I sing a song about my motherland 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 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-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me with scarred breasts, lost me, cared for me and boiled me. Then I will get your wealth, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood, my dear motherland.