The modern poem "Song of Youth" holds the pen tip without direction, and sails to the ends of the earth on the sail of youth, never stopping, dancing with the blue waves of the times, rippling with the rhythm of the years, ordinary youth, waves and people bathed in light, loading ideals on the great ship, singing and laughing in autumn, rivers in spring and glaciers standing in winter. Xia Yong Yinhe cooks labor songs, eats spicy hot pot, plays with the waste of annual rings, creates youth accumulated over the years, and strives hard. Sunlight interweaves, wears sweat, and ripens the fruit of fragrant coffee in the soil. It is not difficult to laugh at Yaotai's mother, praise the hero's countless feats, listen to the song of youth shining by the sun and the moon, step on the clay ball of mountains and rivers and grind iron into needles. Hard work and courage wiped out the hard-to-soak rice. Hundreds of millions of flowers of science and technology have passed, and the years that have not yet arrived are mixed. The noise and bumps of the wind and rain are hidden, and we pull the rope woven by youth to tug-of-war with the years.
What is youth? Is it a free and unrestrained surging river? Is that an endless sea? I don't think so. Youth is a cup of strong coffee. Although it can make people excited, there is still a trace of bitterness. Youth is the nameless grass. Although it is not very eye-catching, it can withstand the wind and rain. Youth is an uncut sword. It will only get better and better. I have youth, so I praise youth. I will praise it with my hoarse throat. Youth is a golden sun, which brings infinite vitality to the whole region, and it will be even more memorable because of its ups and downs. Unforgettable I praise youth because I have it, and I praise youth because it is beautiful and short-lived.
Wanshuyuan held a banquet to urge the sun and the moon, and wrote youth with blood. Looking at the general trend of the world, laughing and talking about ancient and modern times. At the foot of the stormy waves, thousands of horses in the abdomen sang to the Buddha. Teenagers have lofty aspirations, in a word, they must do it. Come in the wind, go in the rain and see the truth. Let's take a look at three winters, colorful. Birds in the sky are singing, all people in the world are happy, and everything is new. Writing a new article today is the strongest voice of the times.
"Long live youth" all the days, all the days have come! Let me weave for you with the golden thread of youth. And happiness weaves you. There are songs and laughter on the boat under the moon, and there are dances on campus. Walking in the drizzle, marching in the early morning of the first snow. There is also a heated debate, a lively and warm heart-a day that passed in the blink of an eye is also a day full of reverie. My wishes are blurred, like spring rain. We have time, strength and firm belief. We are eager to live and fly in the sky. This is a simple day, but also a changeable day. Everything in the vast world surprises us. Never cheerful, never indifferent. Tears, laughter and deep thought are all the first time. Go to all the days! Let's all go to life. I will move forward happily. I will not be weak under any heavy burden, and I will not lose face in any severe battle. One day, after wiping the gun, wiping the machine and wiping the sweat; I miss you and greet you! Look at you proudly, long live youth! !
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland
★ A poem praising the motherland ★:
A breezy autumn wind! Blow! Blow!
I want to praise the flowers of my motherland.
I want to praise my flowery motherland!
Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers,
Yellow in gold, white in jade, green in spring, purple in autumn,
... and blow everything away,
Blow colorful, filled the sky, spread all over the earth!
Motherland, my dear motherland.
I/am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus;
I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter;
I am a new/snow-white starting line;
Yes/crimson dawn
Be/spray;
-the motherland!
I'm one billionth of you,
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
You/with scarred breasts
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me;
Then/from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom;
-the motherland,
My dear/motherland!
★ Poems praising the motherland 3 ★:
my motherland
Mountains and rivers crossed by the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
China is brilliant everywhere.
Brilliant journey
Like a golden lamp
The lights lit up the sailing sails.
my motherland
You use your intelligent soul
Lead the public.
Open up a broad road.
Let the motherland be as beautiful as flowers.
Describe the magnificence of the East.
my motherland
A motherland as beautiful as a flower
From your soul
From your blueprint
Reading the burning soul
The hardships of opening up a brilliant tomorrow
my motherland
From the border to the coast
Have your charming beauty.
I have a simple feeling.
Send all your feelings to a distant place.
May the motherland be more prosperous and strong.
my motherland
Yellow River, Yangtze River, Great Wall
Cast ancient rivers and mountains.
Reform, opening up and development
Light up the world's vision
I am proud of the glory of my motherland.
my motherland
Dawn sun
Hold a firm belief
Surge of fighting spirit
Become eternal persistence
Create a better tomorrow
Great motherland
The cradle of oriental civilization
Like a Mercedes-Benz train.
Facing the dawn of the century
Keep burning faith
Run towards a more brilliant future
Ode to the Motherland
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Time carries the footsteps of history.
The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization.
I walked at the beginning of the century.
Think of the motherland, full of passion
Motherland-
here
I play a song for you.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the accumulation of a thousand years of history.
The confluence of civilizations.
You are the waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River.
Snow covers the Tianshan Mountains.
You are dignified and profound.
Broad and broad
The surging river is your breath.
The boiling ocean is your blood.
You are the theme of the world.
Is everything in my life.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the cry of Tiananmen Gate.
The flaming flame of socialism
You are the horn of the people's revolution.
Sailing through the wind and waves
You are strong and confident.
Progress and avantgarde
The grand blueprint of socialism activates your wisdom.
The steaming rising sun in the east, generate, your vitality.
You are the creator of the world.
Socialist practitioner
Motherland, motherland-
You are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast.
A touch of sunrise in Luohu village
You are the railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
A Group of Derricks in Tarim Oilfield
You are far-sighted.
The boldness of execution stems from superb skills.
The great changes in the small fishing village prove your courage.
People's smiles are about your greatness
Motherland-
You created life.
Change the world
Motherland, motherland-
You are the flag of world peace.
Messenger of human civilization and progress
You are a soldier who defends the truth
A mother raising a child.
You are honest and caring.
Strong and kind
People all over the world admire your mind.
China children appreciate your maternal love.
Motherland-
You soothed the human suffering in the war.
Brought the dawn of peace
Motherland, motherland-
You have traveled through a thousand years of history and the world civilization.
You have always known that you are determined to live for Intel forever.
You are kind and caring, defending green peace.
We are proud to be your children.
We are proud of having such a motherland.
Motherland-
We are United with you.
We support you to move forward.
Your children firmly believe this.
The motherland's tomorrow will be better.
The world will have a better tomorrow.
The future of mankind is better.
Motherland! This poetic name
It permeates your every season.
That's a white dove under the blue sky.
Wake up on the first morning in October.
Ah! Motherland, I have loved you for too long. ...
October! my motherland
Please give me a flashlight.
I follow in your footsteps.
Let every dream flow with sweetness.
Let all sounds be covered with golden notes.
The day I approached you-
Please fill the sky with rosy clouds for me.
I want to inject eternal vitality into your growing troubles.
The first October is always full of echoes, like tears falling from flowers.
* * * The voice of America walks through your heart.
Extend to the most passionate melody
In my heart, you are more than just a green island to rest on.
You are my red cloud, rising with the beat.
Whether it's mountains, valleys, fields, trails or the sea.
Numerous failures and successes have enriched October.
Ah! homeland ...
Who is wearing the crown of October?
The first morning in October is in front of Tiananmen Square.
I feel the aftertaste of sweet-scented osmanthus and the sound of bumper harvest drums.
I recall the historical sound carved on white marble.
My mind has changed.
Flying clouds
vast territory of the motherland
How can I not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? !
The rising October has been contested in Qian Fan.
And my singing, my motherland.
Become a flock of flying white doves
Full of vibration
shake ...
I sent it.