Modern prose poems praising the motherland

Modern prose poems praising the motherland;

1, my motherland, my beloved motherland. ?

You are a cock with your head held high-awakening the silence of the dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the all-round era, 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.

2. If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, this restless wind, and the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest.

Then I died and even my feathers rotted in the ground. Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply.

3. The door where people go in and out is locked, the hole where dogs climb is open, and a voice is shouting: Climb out and set you free! I long for freedom, but I also know that a person's body can't climb out of the dog hole!

I can only look forward to the day when the underground fire rushes up and burns this living coffin with me. I deserve to live forever in fire and blood!

4, there is a curse, and there is a sentence that can be ignited. Although it hasn't been said for five thousand years, can you guess the silence of the volcano? Maybe he suddenly became possessed, and suddenly a thunderbolt exploded in the blue sky: "We China!" "

What should I say today? If you don't believe Cycas can blossom, listen to this sentence: When the volcano can't help being silent, don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet until a thunderbolt in the blue sky explodes: "Our China!"

5. Ah, my young girl! I live up to your kindness and you live up to my thoughtfulness. I burned like this for the person I love!

Ah, my lady! You should know my predecessor. Don't you think I am a reckless slave? Need me, a black slave, with a heart like fire.

Ah, my lady! I think my predecessor used to be a useful pillar. Buried alive for many years, until now I have to see the light again.

Ah, my lady! I have often missed my hometown since I saw the light of day again. I burned like this for the person I love!