What are the poems praising the motherland?

1, the vast motherland

How vast and magnificent.

This is China's land.

9.6 million square kilometers.

This is China's land.

The grain is abundant and the fruit is sweet.

Cattle and sheep are fat and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Ah, the land of China, the land of China.

Beautiful and rich land.

The river is clear and the mountains are green.

This is China's land.

Miracles happen all the time.

This is China's land.

The Yellow River and the Yangtze River are rippling with eternal magic.

This is China's land.

Great changes in urban and rural areas, beautiful mountains and rivers.

All walks of life are thriving and the people are happy.

Ah, the land of China, the land of China.

Beautiful and rich land.

2. I love this land

If I were a bird.

I should also sing with a hoarse voice.

The land hit by the storm.

This river will always flow with our sadness and anger.

The angry wind blows endlessly.

And the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest.

-Then I died.

Even feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often cry?

Because I love this land deeply.

China, I lost my key.

China, I lost my keys.

That was more than ten years ago.

I ran like crazy along the red street.

I ran to the wilderness in the suburbs and screamed.

Later, I lost my key.

Mind, suffering mind.

I don't want to wander anymore.

I'm going home.

Open the drawer and look through my childhood photos.

Look at the one sandwiched in the page, too.

Emerald clover

Besides, I want to open the bookcase.

Take out a Heine ballad.

I am going on a date.

I want to lift this book to her.

When I was sent to the blue sky.

A signal of love.

All this, all this beauty can't be done.

China, I lost my keys.

God, it's raining again.

My keys.

Where are you lying?

I think the wind and rain have corroded you.

You are rusty.

No, I don't think so.

I want to search tenaciously.

I hope to find you again.

Sun, have you seen my key?

May your light shine.

Warm and shining for it.

I am walking on this vast field.

I follow my heart's footsteps.

That's all gone.

I've been thinking about it.

4. Motherland, my dear motherland.

I am an old waterwheel worn by your river.

Tired 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 has been in disrepair for a long time.

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep.

Tuck it into your shoulder.

-the motherland!

I am poor.

I am sad.

I am your ancestor.

Painful hope.

This is the "flying" sleeve room.

Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years.

-the motherland!

I am your brand-new ideal.

Just broke free from the spider web of myth.

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.

It's spraying.

-the motherland!

I am one billionth of you.

It is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.

With your scarred breasts.

Feeding.

Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.

Then from my flesh and blood.

Go get it.

Your richness, your glory, your freedom.

-the motherland!

My dear motherland.

5. I love my motherland

I love my motherland.

Love her rushing Yellow River and Yangtze River.

And the rich "Beidacang" and "Land of Fish and Rice".

Feed us to grow.

I love my motherland.

Love her beautiful mountains and rivers.

For our curious eyes.

I love my motherland.

Love her rich "land of abundance".

There is also the "Treasure Island" in the southeast corner.

Make this land more fertile.

I love my motherland.

Love her Oriental Pearl Night.

There is also a faint fragrance of rice in the country.

Interwoven with the achievements of the diversified development of the motherland.

I love my motherland.

Love the outline of the roof of her world.

And the majestic Mount Everest.

Gather into the pride and joy of Chinese children.

I love my motherland.

Loving her embodies the wisdom of Chinese children.

-The Great Wall of Wan Li.

Standing on the territory of the Chinese nation.

Like an active elf.

I love my motherland.

Love the joy of working people's harvest.

And the deep wrinkles on their faces.

They are the loveliest people in the world.

I love my motherland.

Love the people, soldiers are not afraid of difficulties and obstacles.

Go forward bravely in the face of disaster.

They are worthy of being descendants of the dragon.