A poem praising the motherland
My motherland,
Do you ever remember,
Sixty years ago, in a stormy and riddled place,
You stood up trembling.
Tell the world with a powerful voice:
I stand up!
My motherland,
For 60 years,
You have gone through many vicissitudes without losing your pride!
The flood is merciless, she once ravaged you,
This infectious disease is stubborn. It once bothered you.
The wind and sand blew badly and once hit you.
Snow disaster is indifferent, it once froze you,
The earthquake was violent and destroyed you.
In the past few years,
Crisis, always eyeing.
Hold your head high, you carry everything!
My motherland,
You are a cactus in the desert,
Absorb nutrition, strive for sunshine,
Overcome drought, overcome poverty,
After suffering, but indomitable,
Rooted in the earth, endless,
With your thin body,
Protect peace in all directions.
My motherland,
Difficulties and hardships, Yucheng,
Recall the past,
Days of our lives!
Reform and opening up have opened up your future.
You step in, you step forward,
Self-reliance and self-improvement,
From food and clothing to well-off,
You showed the world the glory of Asia,
You have shown the charm of China to people all over the world!
My motherland,
Sixty years of tempering,
Xiangyun torch has realized your centennial Olympic dream.
The world cares about you, and the people embrace you!
My motherland,
You are my pride, I cheer for you.
My motherland,
Looking to the future,
The road ahead is still difficult,
However, glory and dreams,
Burn in our hearts forever!
I pray deeply for you, my motherland,
I hope you have a good trip.
Poems praising the motherland Part II
Early in the morning, standing under a high stone tablet.
Calm pines and cypresses have a strong personality.
I, an unknown poet.
Write this group of poems against the breeze.
This is a group of affectionate poems.
To the martyrs and the bright five-star red flag.
For my country.
Come to the general's grave
Standing on the battlefield filled with smoke.
I saw this in the loud charge.
The brave soldier fell before the gunfire.
I see bright red blood flowing.
I feel a force rushing inside and outside me.
Sit down, I have tears in my eyes.
Sitting on this slope in the war
Look up at the blue sky
My soul is in a cloud.
Hear an enduring * * *
That is a rich and profound song.
Raise in the wind, a song
This opened my complex.
I often walk here.
Look at the pine and cypress standing solemnly.
Red soil and green plants are growing.
Similarly, it also grows the truest memory.
In that inspiring song
My dream is still galloping on the battlefield.
It's hard to forget: "Go ahead for the new China!"
The third poem praising the motherland
You are the dragon that took off in nine days.
The waves are in full bloom.
You are the spring rain in the clouds.
Be in love.
Thousands of years of cultural customs
Become the soul of my country.
Venus flashing on the national flag
It is the tears of the revolutionary predecessors.
The course of development and progress in various places
Left a mark on the land of China
The fertility of the land in that hometown
It has nurtured a vast and populous country.
A spaceship soaring in the universe
It is the crystallization of countless intelligent explorations.
Watching the national flag flying in space
The tears of hundreds of millions of people moistened their eyes.
This is my motherland.
The horn of reform and opening-up resounded through every corner.
Thirty years of joint efforts
It is generally believed that it has become a powerful country in the world.
This is my motherland.
There is a pulse of uniting people of all ethnic groups.
The baptism of disasters again and again
It has shaped the national soul that is firmly grasped.
This is my motherland.
Blood flowed into her heart.
Xiangyun piaowu world
A blazing flame came out.
This is my motherland.
Let our new generation of young people dedicate themselves.
Shoulder important tasks
Sing a song that resounds through the sky
This is my motherland.
My love for her has been deeply branded into my bones.
I am willing to give everything for her.
Ah! My beloved motherland