I love my mother, and I love my motherland.
There are two mothers who are as kind.
One is the motherland and the other is the mother.
My mother gave birth to me.
My motherland raised me to grow up.
Motherland, dear motherland
You are like a mother.
In a foreign land, you are always missed by a wanderer.
In the dream, you are a familiar face of your mother.
If happiness can make you shine
I want to sing for you.
If sincerity can make you more brilliant
I would like to ignite hope with my life.
Motherland, dear motherland
You are the sun in my heart.
I am willing to escort you for life.
Poetry about I Love My Motherland (2)
I love my country.
Motherland, I love you.
I love your majestic Mount Tai,
I like your long history.
I love you, the surging Yellow River,
I love your gentle West Lake,
I love your beautiful land,
I love every corner of you.
This is my motherland,
This is my beloved motherland.
I like your brilliant flowers,
I love every inch of your land,
I love your magnificent rivers and mountains,
My motherland, I love you.
What is the motherland?
The motherland is the land under our feet,
The motherland is a flower.
The motherland is our mother,
The Yangtze River and the Yellow River are the milk that feeds us.
You are not only 9.6 million square kilometers of mountains and rivers,
You are also a kind mother.
You use a five-star red flag,
Prove to the world.
Where there are people from China,
There is a five-star red flag there.
My motherland,
Lovely motherland,
You made a glorious history,
You raised a great country.
I'm proud of your age,
I'm proud of your strength,
I am proud of your spirit.
I am also proud of living in this land.
Wherever I go,
The motherland is in my heart.
I love my motherland!
Poetry about I Love My Motherland (3)
October of the motherland
Motherland!
This poetic name
It permeates your every season.
There are white pigeons under the blue sky.
Wake up on the first morning in October.
Ah! Motherland!
I've 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.
Copy your days
Please fill the sky with rosy clouds for me.
I want to inject eternal vitality into your majesty.
The first October is always full of echoes, like tears falling from flowers.
* * * And China's footsteps walk through your heart.
Extend to the most passionate melody
In my heart, you are not just a green island that can play.
You are my red cloud, rising with the beat.
Whether it's mountains, valleys, fields, paths or the sea.
Numerous failures and successes have enriched October.
Ah! 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
Jin Woo unceasingly. ...
Poetry about I Love My Motherland (4)
I love you, motherland.
Author/Yong Yang Recitation/Xiao Min? Ding Xiufeng
I love you, motherland.
If it's spring,
I wish I were a grass seed,
Growing up on your vast land,
Hold on to every inch of your land,
On the contrary, like a rambling traveler.
I love you, motherland!
If it's summer,
I wish I were a star,
In your vast sky,
With your own faint light,
Light up the lights for the elderly who are in trouble,
But to be a lazy and inaction cloud.
I love you, motherland!
If it's autumn,
I wish I were a shallow bay,
Reflecting the autumn moonlight,
For newlyweds,
Add elegant colors,
Instead of brewing a bottomless swamp.
I love you, motherland!
If it's winter,
I want to be a piece of black coal,
In the ice and snow,
Provide a little warmth for homeless children,
Instead of, build a nest that you enjoy.
I will polish my eyes,
Take a look at my dear motherland.
I love you stubbornly,
As passionate as the Yellow River,
As tall as Mount Tai,
But I will not blindly spread hatred, impulsiveness and extremes.
I'll put up a sign on the cliff, "It's dangerous here!" " ,
I will also be eager to study late into the night.
Pry open the lock of the library.
I didn't learn to compliment against my will,
Hysterical accusations,
However, I will be on a distant island,
Hold the steel gun tightly,
Or on a dark morning,
Clean every corner of the city.
For the motherland,
As much as I love you,
Love passionately,
Like the burning sun in the desert.
But I, I want to be a small oasis full of vitality,
Instead of sand dunes that move with the wind,
Silence under the roar of the storm.
Although my motherland is full of flowers,
I can't learn to sing hymns,
I just want to be a reader of long-distance love!
I will read your culture, your history,
Read aloud the vicissitudes you have experienced and the setbacks you have suffered.
When reading aloud, whether quietly or loudly,
In my heart, I will silently read: I love you, motherland!
Poetry about I Love My Motherland (5)
I love my country.
I love my country.
Motherland, I love you.
I love your majestic Mount Tai,
I like your long history.
I love your surging Yellow River,
I love your gentle West Lake,
I love your beautiful land,
I love every corner of you.
This is my motherland,
This is my beloved motherland.
I like your brilliant flowers,
I love every inch of your land,
I love your magnificent rivers and mountains,
My motherland, I love you.
What is the motherland?
The motherland is the land under our feet,
The motherland is a flower.
The motherland is our mother,
The Yangtze River and the Yellow River are the milk that feeds us.
You are not only 9.6 million square kilometers of mountains and rivers,
You are also a kind mother.
You use a five-star red flag,
Prove to the world.
Where there are people from China,
There is a five-star red flag there.
My motherland,
Lovely motherland,
You made a glorious history,
You raised a great country.
I'm proud of your age,
I'm proud of your strength,
I am proud of your spirit.
I am also proud of living in this land.
Wherever I go,
The motherland is in my heart.
I love my country.
Poetry about I Love My Motherland (6)
I love the mountains and rivers of my motherland.
Author/? Gao xiujun
Changjiang great wall
Huangshan Yellow River
In the southern Xinjiang of the motherland
In the north of China.
How many beautiful scenery
In my opinion.
I like my motherland.
Just like the vast sea.
I like the majesty of the Great Wall.
I like the width of Tiananmen Square.
Let's be grateful for life.
Thanks to this era.
In the beat of the clock
We follow the changes of the four seasons
Feel the sacredness of the motherland
Let us together
Chasing the morning sun
Meet the dusk
I love every inch of my motherland.
Brief introduction of the author
Gao Xiujun, born in 1968, a native of Daqing, Heilongjiang, now lives in Beijing. I work in Pinggu Security Company. Self-taught poetry for thirty years. Some works have been published in more than 20 newspapers and periodicals all over the country. He is now a member of Heilongjiang Writers Association, Pinggu Writers Association and Shunyi Writers Association. In 2003, I published a collection of poems "Seeking Dreams in Kyoto", which was the preacher of my dream of China in Pinggu District on 20 13 and 20 14.
Poetry about I Love My Motherland (7)
I love my motherland
Lonely smoke in the desert and sunset in the long river. It's all in your heart
My motherland: Your sorrow is so vast and tragic.
This scarred arm flashed bronze and passed under the Lugou Bridge.
Take out a sun to polish it in March of the sword.
When your sadness, through my sadness.
Sorrow is a long river and the setting sun will never stop flowing.
Walking on the road to dawn
In July, the mirror hangs high, and all the projected things and characters wake up here.
September 18th, Xi Incident, Hundred Regiments War
Yang Jingyu, Feng Yuxiang and Zhao Yiman are above us.
The picture of "big country, small country, home" shines with jade.
Into the battle of shows. With real symbols between heaven and earth
Sign the name of Yitongshan River: China.
We read and read, and then get together; As I spoke, I shed tears.
The motherland is vast, and nothing grows on them.
The motherland stood up and they fell.
At this moment, we are full.
Press down the mountains and rivers protruding overhead and let the clouds billow in your chest.
Crops tied by mother in the Book of Songs.
We are poor again, and there are those distant gunshots and guns.
Replace Lang Lang Sun and Moon with Zi Yue. For 5,000 years,
The motherland is still sitting on the years, and countless martyrs have fallen from the sky.
History has turned over from the long river.
Because of sadness, we move forward.
Because of the ideal, we move forward.
Because justice grows old bit by bit and is reborn bit by bit.
The roots of the majestic ancestors are on the land behind the emperor, and they are revived inch by inch.
The sun and the moon overhead replaced hell with heaven.
Subvert once barbarism with autumn waters and character.
Time can understand you, including everything.
You can also travel across the world, holding your own bright red flag, hammer and sickle.
Take the history covered by wind and rain as evidence, don't sleep any more.
At that time, the gunfire was fierce, and you walked calmly, leaving only tears on your face.
At that time, you were a young girl, the Yellow River, walking towards your mother in the scorching sun.
At that time, you were young people in China, and donating blood was wine.
Embrace a whole new world