A prose poem praising the motherland: Party, you will always be young and healthy! You will always be young.
When the silent history no longer dies.
a bolt from the blue
You were born in thunder and lightning.
You grew up in the dragon and tiger leap.
You have crossed the long river of history.
Come to this land of hope
You are a talented artist.
Turn it into notes with wisdom and sweat.
Write a touching movement.
Draw with passion
Colorful colors are full of fighting themes.
You created a new world.
Turn around suddenly
The sad past has become a distant mountain.
Mysterious scenery
Into a silent sunset
A poem full of tears
Condensed into pieces of historical thoughts
When faith is tied to the sun
When the male heart burns in the chest
You picked up a string of golden wings.
You took a young step.
Chasing east.
Magical light
gathering
You will always be young.
Happy birthday to you.
always healthy
Prose Poems on Praising the Motherland: Dreams fly with the Motherland, a thousand drops of water wear away the stone, and a thousand drops of water make waves.
The new country is full of hope for adults, and the devastated land is waiting for new life.
It was not until the first five-year plan was completed that the bandits went to North Korea to stay in Tibet.
But Sue * * * without hesitation, three years of natural disasters.
Doubt and correct bad party membership, the Cultural Revolution was unfair.
When black and white are reversed, there is no discipline, and talents are killed violently.
Thanks to the mushroom cloud in the west, showing the flag of Dongfanghong in space.
After more than 20 years of industrial fires and 100 tests, the dust was removed.
The door ornaments attract wise men, and the poor and good are surprised to see the breadth of heaven and earth.
The railway arteries are overwhelming and the river is brightly lit.
The South China Sea is a treasure house. Bauhinia and hibiscus live in harmony with linden trees.
The east wind is comparable to the thunder, and the fighters in the sky are majestic.
Every day in Liaoning, the sea waves shoulder to shoulder.
A hundred years of rejuvenating the country through science and education, the dragon takes off by loyalty.
This old industrial city tries its best to show a new look to the black soil.
Coal and electricity are rich and poor, and Wan Li is bright and neon in the snowy area.
Mining sages carry forward the past and forge ahead into the future, and spring breeze opens China for ten years.
Coal Huangpu is light and precious, and it is determined to strive for a strong country.
Our incompetence is still there, and the oath under the sun stone has been handed down.
Simple and unpretentious, lonely in the library.
Sadly, instead of studying arts and sciences, it is better to sweep the house and attack the specialty.
On the night of June, the dream of a famous school was shattered, and this heart did not forget to win or lose again.
A swan is an interesting eagle, and a dream becomes a magnificent double glow.
The dove rose into the blue sky and laughed alone, without seeking fame.
Inaction refers to empty rhyme, and then Long song knows more.
Prose Poems in Praise of the Motherland Part III: The morning light of the Chinese nation in spring,
The sun rises in Ran Ran in the east.
Together with our bright five-star red flag.
A flag dyed red with blood!
You are the soul of our1300 million people.
Your corner? Red scarf,
Is the future of our motherland,
This is the hope of our motherland. The winter of history has become the past,
But that painful history,
We will never forget it!
You once stood in the smoke of history,
With your firm and warm arms,
Protect all of you.
How much we want to call you:
Motherland, my mother! The Yellow River and the Yangtze River are your right-hand man.
Chinese sons and daughters who gave birth to Qian Qian heroes;
Himalaya is your tall and straight body,
Propping up the boundless land of China;
The vast Daxinganling Mountains are rich in resources.
It is your prestigious northeast granary.
When the bell rings for your 60th birthday,
The whole country is celebrating,
Warm gongs and drums resounded through the land of China.
Beijing Olympic Games is our gift to you.
At that time,
We are all shouting:
Mom, I love you! What an unbeaten Chinese nation,
It embodies infinite power.
Sixty years' savings have thus settled down,
Finally,
You have already raised the sail in the voyage.
I can't finish writing about my love for you,
Cut off my constant love for you,
My China heart!
We look forward to your galloping tomorrow.