Poems praising the motherland with the author

The rise of a great country

Author: warm ice

Two thousand years of tyranny is too long.

A hundred years of humiliation is too heavy.

Silent children of the sleeping motherland

With the loud singing of "Dongfanghong"

Wave goodbye to gloomy history

Hold a sword, carry a gun and drive a gun.

A thousand years of anger

Burst into a blazing flame

Burn feudal rule.

Burned the power of the East and the West.

The blood of thousands of people

The national flag in front of Tiananmen Square turned red.

1978

The spring breeze spreads from Beijing.

Melted the ice and snow in Harbin.

Blowing clouds that warm the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

Blowing green the desert at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.

Blow away the spring tide in Nansha Islands.

The factory is full of cars like running water.

High-rise buildings have sprung up.

Steamed bread and rice replaced Wowotou.

Vegetarian seafood was replaced by salted radish.

The dirt road is paved with asphalt.

Jet hunting glory

Meet 1997, Lelai China.

Anbaili returned to her wandering home.

Song of the Seven Sons Crys for Mother.

Sing 1999 the return of the motherland

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There is no autumn wind in the dream.

Laugh with tears.

A quiet and leisurely night

Little by little memories.

Throughout the history of 5000 years.

It's dawn Watch the road ahead.

Step on it calmly

Without a word.

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Praise the motherland, praise the motherland.

Author Shu Ting

autumn wind

Give off a faint fragrance.

Chrysanthemum in frost

Give a piece of wheat straw a season

Kiss the afterglow of the sunset

Love overflows gentle eyes.

Look at the fields calmly.

Passion flies to poetry

Listen to the gurgling of the Yellow River.

A history bearing countless sufferings

Watch the river with high sediment concentration.

How many memories have you accumulated?

In a state of ruin

This is your old face

The hardships of childhood

Left an indelible mark.

Experienced hardships and hardships

Half a century of fighting

A far-reaching and long flow

Footprints of 5,000-year civilization

A long historical process

The heroic waves rolling in the past

The strings of time

Play today's brilliant melody

Motherland, my dear motherland.