The poems that pay tribute to the motherland are as follows:
1. Smoke cages, cold water, moon cages and sand, I parked in Qinhuai at night near a restaurant. The merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river. ——Du Mu's "Boarding in Qinhuai"
2. A glass of wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. Qiang Guan is covered with frost all over the ground. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jia Ao·Autumn Thoughts"
3. The heaven and earth have righteousness and are endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. ——Wen Tianxiang's "Song of Righteousness"
4. Try to borrow the king's jade whip and command the soldiers to sit at the banquet. The south wind sweeps away the dust, and flows westward into Chang'an to the edge of the sun. ——Li Bai's "Song of King Yong's East Tour"
5. Under the clear river water of Yugu Terrace, many passers-by shed tears in the middle. Looking northwest to Chang'an, one can see countless mountains. ——Xin Qiji's "Bodhisattva Man·Book on the Ostomy Wall of Jiangxi"
6. In times of crisis, integrity is revealed, and in times of chaos, loyalty is recognized. Surrender your body to serve the Lord, and die in mourning for your country. ——Bao Zhao's "Generation from Jibeimen Xing"
7. Although shepherding sheep and driving horses are in military uniform, their white hair and loyal heart are all the Han officials. Only the songs and dances of Liangzhou are spread all over the world to entertain people. ——Du Mu's "Hehuang"
8. The diseased bones are torn apart and the yarn is wide, and the lonely minister travels thousands of miles to the river. Although I am humble, I dare not forget about my country. The matter is settled and I still have to wait for the coffin to be closed. The gods of heaven and earth support the temple, and the elders of Beijing look forward to peace. When you start teaching, you can learn about the present and the past. You can look more closely by lighting up the lamp in the middle of the night. ——Lu You's "Sickness arose from the Book"
9. The strong relatives in the book are hungry and eat the meat of Huns, and they laugh and talk about drinking the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ——Yue Fei's "The River is Red"
10. Once the hardships have occurred, only a few stars are scattered around. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs. Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history. ——Wen Tianxiang "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"
11. Thirty thousand miles east of the river, there is a sea of ??people, and five thousand are still on the skyscrapers. The remaining people shed tears in the dust and looked south to the king's division for another year. ——Lu You "Feelings of Coming Out of the Fence Gate on an Autumn Night to Welcome the Coolness"
12. When compiling the records of strong men, please do not take personal gain into account. Sacrificing one's life to go to the country's disaster, seeing death as a sudden return home. ——Cao Zhi's "White Horse"
13. I have been a tourist for three years, and today I am in Nanguan again. Infinite rivers and mountains, tears, who said the world is broad! It is known that the road to the spring is close, and it is difficult to leave my hometown. On the day when Yipo returns, the spiritual flag can be seen in the sky. ——Xia Wanchun's "Farewell to the Clouds"
14. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust. ——Du Fu's "Spring Hope"
15. Live as a hero, but die as a ghost. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
——Li Qingzhao's "Summer Quatrains"