What is patriotic poetry?

Look at my hometown

Youren Yu

Bury me in the mountains and see my continent;

The mainland is invisible, only crying.

Bury me in the mountains and see my hometown;

Hometown is invisible and unforgettable.

The sky is grey and the wilderness is vast. Shan Ye is a state-owned ruin.

"Qinyuanchun? Changsha

Mao Zedong

Independent cold autumn,

Xiangjiang river goes north,

Orange island.

Look at the mountains everywhere,

The layers of forest are completely dyed;

The river is full of water,

There were hundreds of battles.

The eagle hits the sky,

The fish is shallow,

All kinds of frost fight for freedom.

Loneliness,

Ask the boundless earth,

Who dominates the ups and downs?

Took 100 couples on a trip,

Recalling the past, the years are thick.

Just classmates and teenagers,

In full bloom;

Scholar spirit,

Scold Fang Qiu.

Point out that this country,

Enlightening words,

Shit is Wan Huhou.

Do you ever remember,

Into the middle of the river,

The waves stopped the boat.

Crossing the ocean of zero

wen tianxiang

Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.

The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.

Man Jiang Hong

Yue Fei

Angry, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain.

Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.

Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.

Don't be idle, white and sad!

Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing. When will courtiers hate it?

Drive a long car and break through the shortcomings of Helan Mountain!

Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty.

Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky!

The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army.

Du Fu

The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.

Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.

When you sing in Baishi, you must indulge in wine. On a green spring day, that's the beginning of my return home.

Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .

Show it to your son.

Lu you

I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was sad to see Kyushu.

Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

What spring looks like.

Du Fu

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

Summer quatrains

Li Qingzhao

Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.

Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

Zhouqiao

Chengda Fan

North and south of the state bridge is Tianjie, and the elders wait to drive back year after year.

With tears in her eyes, she asked the messenger, "When will the Sixth Army really come?"

Name of Lin 'an Building

Lin Sheng

When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.

The feeling of going out of the hedge door to meet the cold at dawn in autumn night

Lu you

There is a sea of people in the east of Wan Li, and 5,000 people are still climbing skyscrapers.

The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.

Lyrics of lime

Yu Qian

A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually.

Don't be afraid of being smashed to pieces, leaving innocence in the world.