Poetry about praising the motherland, suitable for fourth grade students (boys) to read aloud

My motherland,

The motherland that I deeply love. < /p>

You are a majestic lion-----dancing the majestic wind of China,

You are the origin of human wisdom-----igniting the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name,

That is China!

That is China, my motherland.

The motherland that I deeply love.

I deeply love my motherland,

The beating heart beats the pulse of five thousand years,

I deeply love my motherland. Motherland,

The surging blood rushes through the waves of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers,

I deeply love my motherland,

The yellow skin is printed with The colors left by our ancestors,

I deeply love my motherland,

The black eyes reveal a humble smile,

I deeply love my motherland. I love my motherland deeply,

My strong character uplifts the spirit of Mount Tai,

I love my motherland deeply,

The vast sea territory Filled with all my sustenance.

My motherland,

Lovely China,

You have created a glorious history,

You have raised a great nation.

I am proud of your longevity,

Thousands of years of strong winds cannot break your straight back,

I am proud of your strength,

Resist internal and external troubles and overcome the wasted years.

I am proud of your light,

The Chinese nation firmly controls its own destiny,

I am proud of your spirit,

Reform and opening up are moving forward with great momentum.

My lovely motherland,

No matter where I go,

I will hold your strong arm,

No matter where I go, No matter where you are,

you warm my heart.

My lovely motherland,

You hold the rudder of the new century,

You use speed, you use strength,

Create miracles that shock the world.

With your hard work and wisdom,

you have made another more brilliant development!

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of hope,

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of vigor!

Motherland, my dear motherland

I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river

Spinning tired songs for hundreds of years

I am the blackened miner’s lamp on your forehead

Lighting you as you groping in the tunnel of history

I am the shriveled rice ears; I am the roadbed in disrepair

It is a barge on the silt

The rope is deeply inserted into your shoulders

——Motherland!

I am poverty

I am sorrow

I am your ancestors

The painful hope

Yes "Flying" sleeves

Flowers that have not fallen to the ground for thousands of years

——Motherland

I am your new ideal

Just escaped from the cobweb of myth

I am the germ of the ancient lotus under your snow quilt

I am your laughter nest with tears

I am the newly painted snow-white starting line

It is the crimson dawn

It is gushing

——The motherland

I am you One billionth

is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters

You fed it with your scarred breasts

I am confused, I am deep in thought, I am boiling

Then get it from my flesh and blood

Your wealth, your Glory, your freedom

——Motherland

Motherland, I am proud of you

When the majestic Huabiao,

Let us stand tall and tall The body is covered with dawn,

When the majestic Tiananmen Square,

Let the wind and clouds welcome the rising sun.

In the ears of history,

The reverberation like an overwhelming mountain,

is the echo of China’s vicissitudes of life.

A giant looks down on the world ,

The loud voice,

The whole world heard it,

The People’s Republic of China was established!

When The first five-star red flag rose slowly,

The flag of victory,

fluttered in the wind in the clear sky,

The people raised their heads,

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The whole world has seen it,

The Chinese people have stood up since then!

This history embodies magnificence,

Happily painted ten The sunshine of the moon,

This impassioned momentum,

built a monument standing in the east of the world.

A glorious era,

With strong hands,

wrote the glorious chapter of New China,

the people proudly guided the country.

The mother of suffering,

Reveal your inner joy and rejoice sincerely,

The motherland is marching boldly towards prosperity.

Praise our history,

There is the myth that Pangu created the world,

Burst out the light of life.

Praise our history,

There are four great inventions Glory,

sowed in this barren land.

Praise our history,

With the sage wisdom of Laozi and Confucius,

The sacred fire of thousands of years of civilization illuminates us.