Poems praising the land (1) Blue sky and white clouds
Clear water and lush mountains
Sun crescent moon
Hanhai Lin Mang
The world is so beautiful.
However, the most beautiful thing is the land.
She is very old.
She is very fresh.
She is fragrant.
She is perfect.
Poetry praising the land (2) There is an ancient holy land at the foot of my father.
Praised by heroes and beauties from generation to generation.
Every inch of the river brings a song of hope.
The season when cuckoo flies.
There came the voice of a group of hungry people.
Mother has a unique handful of dirt on her hand.
The wandering child cried for it.
Look for "her" and shed tears first.
The scrawny child shed tears again.
Because she gave love to all the children in this land.
Finally, a group of young people.
Passing by, they gently touched its width.
Give yourself a dew gift every morning.
Laughter spread throughout the valley.
The fruit is jumping with hope in the stomach.
Poems praising the land (3) What is held in the palm of your hand is soil.
Step on the ground.
Clothing, food, shelter and mode of travel
Is inseparable from it.
Soil and water block
Buried by fire and soil
Jinmu fire and water
The soil in the five elements is the foundation.
Kneeling is dirt.
Worship the land.
Believe in the land
An irrefutable truth for thousands of years
Ask Buddha for help
Enter the wrong temple gate
Gold-plated coat
Cover up clay bodies
Wild osmanthus root
Flowers turn into mud.
All the people in the world
Land is unique.
Grains are born in the soil.
Tall buildings grow underground.
Working peasants
Which one is not rustic?
mankind
The embodiment of the land
land
The origin of man
Thank you for your awe
Less contempt
Advocating land
Is to praise yourself.
I want to write a poem about the earth.
I want to sing and praise you.
My beloved land
You gave me life.
Let me keep growing.
You gave me a soul.
Let me think and gallop
You are always so quiet and serene.
Always be tolerant and caring.
Whenever I cry helplessly.
You took me in first.
Give me relief and blessings.
When I returned to the crowd again,
With new strength and courage
But compared with them, I am still very small.
They are terrible.
Sucked up all my energy.
Even the last drop of blood
Nothing you can do can stop it.
After many years, I was exhausted.
Into your blood.
Became a part of the earth
There is no longer this poem.
No ... (no) again
Zengzan!