Modern poetry about loving the motherland. Modern Poetry on Patriotism
Ode to the Motherland
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Time carries the footsteps of history.
The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization.
I walked at the beginning of the century.
Think of the motherland, full of passion
Motherland-
here
I play a song for you.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the accumulation of a thousand years of history.
The confluence of civilizations.
You are the waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River.
Snow covers the Tianshan Mountains.
You are dignified and profound.
Broad and broad
The surging river is your breath.
The boiling ocean is your blood.
You are the theme of the world.
Is everything in my life.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the cry of Tiananmen Gate.
The flaming flame of socialism
You are the horn of the people's revolution.
Sailing through the wind and waves
You are strong and confident.
Progress and avantgarde
The grand blueprint of socialism activates your wisdom.
The steaming rising sun in the east, generate, your vitality.
You are the creator of the world.
Socialist practitioner
Motherland, motherland-
You are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast.
A touch of sunrise in Luohu village
You are the railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
A Group of Derricks in Tarim Oilfield
You are far-sighted.
The boldness of execution stems from superb skills.
The great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage.
People's smiles are about your greatness
Motherland-
You created life.
Change the world
Motherland, motherland-
You are the flag of world peace.
Messenger of human civilization and progress
You are a soldier who defends the truth
A mother raising a child.
You are honest and caring.
Strong and kind
People all over the world admire your mind.
China children appreciate your maternal love.
Motherland-
You soothed the human suffering in the war.
Brought the dawn of peace
Motherland, motherland-
You have traveled through a thousand years of history and the world civilization.
You have always known that you are determined to live for Intel forever.
You are kind and caring, defending green peace.
We are proud to be your children.
We are proud of having such a motherland.
Motherland-
We are United with you.
We support you to move forward.
Your children firmly believe this.
The motherland's tomorrow will be better.
The world will have a better tomorrow.
The future of mankind is better.
2. About 20 modern poems about patriotism.
Motherland around us: the red jade-for the 63rd anniversary of the founding of New China, I can see your smiling face, hear your voice and really feel your pulse and heartbeat, but you are clear and hazy about the image of the motherland around me, regardless of the blue and clear autumn, keeping pace with the times, constantly refreshing the starting point, not asking about the significance of the forest being dyed, not asking about the bloody sacrifice without smoke. The road that mountains and rivers have traveled is still looking forward to the future trend. Mo Wen's splendid rivers and mountains float with silks. There will be passionate talents there. Sleep in China at night and wash swallows by breeze during the day. Your whisper tells us that people will protect their new homes, and autumn insects will gradually moan to calm the trivial fur that people are tired of fame and fortune. Light up countless bright eyes in your collection, the moon rises and your feathered silver wings flap. The strange classics and eight classics of running horses are beating against the clock, which is in line with the beat of the country, the country and the people ... Nothing is too light for paper. Words without words and feelings are too shallow. The splendid picture of 5,000 years is too deep to see the motherland around you. The colors rendered in October can put on holiday jewels for you. Wednesday, September 38, 2065+September 2002 12, when you groped in the tunnel of history in Nuange .................................................................................., I was a miner's lamp with black on your forehead; I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time; It's a barge on the mudflat-Song for the Motherland. The autumn wind sent a faint fragrance. The memory of destruction is an indelible mark of your old face and childhood suffering. Half a century of fighting has lasted for a long time, and the footprint of 5,000 years of civilization. The long river of history is rolling the strings of the heroic waves of the past and playing the brilliant melody of today. China! Author: A Hai in Spring City passes through your gentle sight, and I sing loudly in your arms surrounded by mountains. I am your favorite dragon, and you are my great mother, oh! Dear motherland, I accompany you to laugh and watch the wind and rain, and accompany you to cry. Tonight, I hold the stars in my hand to chase my dreams and grind them for you facing the sea, oh! My dear motherland, you are never afraid of the strong, you give selflessly to the disabled and the weak, and the earth finally finds your name, ah! Beautiful China! Tonight, your poetic smile blooms in the world, and your beautiful mountains and rivers are magnificent. Tonight, I come back from the waves and dance for you in the wind. I am your most loyal soldier and your most obedient child. For you, I am willing to stand in the stormy waves and clench my fist for you. Fly! China! Watching you smile in the wind, I can embrace happiness and fly! China! We are our own mainstream, with dreams and freedom in our hands.
-"I love this land" If I were a bird, I would also sing it in a hoarse throat: stormy weather. Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply, ..................................................................................................................., today, my motherland is indestructible.
How many Chinese sons and daughters are shouting in the north and south of the motherland. Exhale and raise your eyebrows. At this time, the East has faded. Let's bow down to our ancestors in a rage.
Then, tear it up with the shame of the past. Or let's use bullets
Tell those ghosts that my country is indestructible today. This lake should be my hometown. (In spring, the dike is full of flowers, and the tender willow branches are broken with strange fragrance. ) I touch cool seaweed and water. The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold, and the water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through your fingers. The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia; Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered. As far as it is concerned, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats ... The invisible palm brushed the rivers and mountains without hatred, my fingers were stained with blood and ash, and my palms were stained with darkness. Only the distant corner is still intact, warm, clear, firm and vigorous. On it, I touched it with my broken palm, like a lover's soft hair, like a baby's milk.
I put all my strength on the palm of my hand, put it on it, and send it with all my expectations, because only when there is sun and spring will we drive away the darkness and bring Su Sheng, because only there will we not live like animals and die like ants ... There, eternal China! -The white-haired mother wiped her eyes that had already dried her tears, waiting for her own flesh and blood to return as soon as possible.
Brothers and sisters are waiting for the early reunion of the same flesh and blood compatriots and will never be separated. Turmeric Erlong is waiting for the company of Sun Moon Lake, and 56 ethnic groups are waiting for the wish of unity, peace and reunification of compatriots on both sides of the strait.
We wait, we wait, compatriots on both sides of the strait are waiting for a bright tomorrow, looking to the future, a brighter tomorrow, and looking to the outside world. -Waiting for Mother: Li Fanglun's thousand-year subversion can now be a brilliant achievement.
You have fulfilled the responsibilities entrusted by the Party and the people. You have a responsibility.
Son, come back and let mom take a good look at you. You got a tan, but ...
3. Modern famous patriotic poems, ci and Sanqu.
Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong Anger at the Crown" is angry at the crown, leaning against the railing, drizzling, facing the sky, whistling, and strong. Three miles of fame and fortune, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, mo, etc., white young head, empty sorrow. The shame of Jingkang is still in the snow; When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Hungry to eat the meat of Land Rover, laughing, thirsty to drink the blood of Xiongnu. Wait for the start, pack up the old mountains and rivers and face the sky. Once Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Ding Ocean" was hard to meet, and the mountains and rivers were broken and the wind was blowing. Fear on the beach means fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Who hasn't died in life since ancient times and left Dante? Death, people suffer! Same: All three works are full of awe-inspiring righteousness, which fully shows the author's childlike innocence. Different: the starting point and the degree of attention are different. The focus of the poem is the feeling of recovering lost land; The focus of the word is the sigh of unfinished business; The focus of the song is sympathy for the people.
4. Modern patriotic poetry
Snow falls in China Ai Qing Snow falls in China, and the cold hinders China ... The wind, like an old woman who is too sad, closely follows the cold fingers, tugs at the skirts of pedestrians, and keeps talking, as old as your land ... that China farmer who emerged from the forest, drove a carriage, wore a fur hat and braved the heavy snow, where are you going? I tell you, I am also a descendant of farmers-because your wrinkled faces are full of epilepsy, I can know so deeply the hardships of people living on the grassland.
And I am not happier than you-the waves of suffering lying on the river of time have swallowed me up and rolled me up several times-wandering and imprisoning, losing the most precious days of my youth, and my life is as haggard as you. Snow falls on the land of China, and the cold is blocking China ... A small oil lamp moves slowly by the river on a snowy night, and the light is reflected on the tattered Wu Peng boat. Who is sitting with his head down? Ah, you unkempt little woman, is this your home-has the happy and warm nest been burned down by a ferocious enemy? Is it also like this night, without the protection of men, in the horror of death, you were teased by the enemy's bayonet? On such a cold night, countless elderly mothers are like foreigners who don't know how far the wheels will roll tomorrow. .
5. Modern poem "Love the Motherland"
Yellow river pine
Ah, friend!
With his heroism,
Vilen in Asia;
It shows the spirit of our nation:
Great and powerful!
Here,
We are heading for the Yellow River,
Sing our hymn.
I stood on the top of a high mountain and watched the Yellow River roll eastward. The surging waves set off a huge wave; Turbid flow turns around and forms a zigzag chain; Running from the foot of Kunlun Mountain to the edge of the Yellow Sea; Split the Central Plains in two. Ah! Yellow River! You are the cradle of the Chinese nation! Five thousand years of ancient culture,
Originated from you;
How many heroic stories,
Play by your side!
Ah! Yellow River!
You are great and strong,
Like a giant
Appears on the plains of Asia,
Use your heroic body
Build a barrier for our country.
Ah! Yellow River!
You're depressed,
Huge,
To the north and south banks
Stretch out a thousand iron arms.
The great spirit of our nation,
Will be cultivated by you
Carry forward and grow!
Heroes and sons and daughters of our motherland,
Will learn from you,
As great and strong as you!
As great and strong as you!
6. Modern poetry that loves the motherland
Dai Wangshu's "I use a broken palm" I grope for this vast land with a broken palm: this corner has turned to ashes, and there is only blood and mud in that corner; This lake should be my hometown. In spring, the bank is full of flowers, and the tender willow branches are broken with strange fragrance. ) I touch seaweed and cool water. The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold, and the water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through your fingers. The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia; Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered. For now, I have soaked in the bitter water of the South China Sea without a fishing boat ... The invisible palm swept the mountains without hatred, and my fingers were stained with blood and ash, and my palms were stained with darkness. Only the distant corner is still intact, warm, clear, firm and vigorous.
On it, I touched it with my broken palm, like a lover's soft hair, like a baby's milk. I put all my strength on the palm of my hand and put it on it, sending love and all my hopes, because only where there is sun and spring will we drive away the darkness and bring Su Sheng, because only there will we not live like animals and die like ants … There, eternal China! Shu Ting's "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I am an old waterwheel on your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years; When you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a miner's lamp with black forehead; I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time; It is the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deep into your shoulder; -the motherland! I'm poor and I'm sad.
I am the pain of your ancestors, and I am a flower that never falls to the ground between the sleeves of "flying"; -the motherland! I am your brand-new ideal, just breaking away from the spider web of myth; I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow; I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging; I am the newly painted white starting line; What is breaking out is the crimson dawn; -the motherland! I am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You fed me with scarred breasts, confused me, considerate me and boiled me; Then get yours from my flesh and blood; Abundance, your glory, your freedom; -Motherland, my dear motherland! Guo Moruo's Coal in the Furnace, my girl! I live up to your kindness and you live up to my thoughtfulness. I burned like this for the person I love! Ah, my lady! You should know my predecessor. Don't you think I am a reckless slave? Need me, a black slave, with a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady! I think my predecessor used to be a useful pillar. Buried alive for many years, until now I have to see the light again. Ah, my lady! Ever since I saw the light of day, I have often missed my liberation? I burned like this for the person I love! I love this land, Ai Qing. If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, this restless wind, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest ...-Later I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... Wen Yiduo's "One Word" has a sentence that is a disaster, and there is a sentence that can be ignited. Although it hasn't been said for five thousand years, can you guess the silence of the volcano? Maybe he suddenly became possessed, and suddenly a thunderbolt exploded in the blue sky: "We China!" " What should I say today? If you don't believe Cycas can blossom, listen to this sentence: When the volcano can't help being silent, don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet until a thunderbolt in the blue sky explodes: "Our China!" Huang's Chinatown is a harbor dedicated to the local accent of China people. You don't need to ask where the tourists come from. The yellow skin of Yangzhou Post Horse shines on Chang 'an Palace. After that, the wind is historical. Xiao Sheng listened to a song as soft as a dream. It is a castle that will never be stationed. It has collected 24 kinds of flowers in China. You can take root without soil. The blue grass drinks frost and snow, and the oriental fragrance blooms brilliantly. A flag standing like the waves of the Yellow River always faces the sun. Bright relief illuminates the yellow glaze cloud of Yangshao in Yin Ruins. The sea is an emissary outside the Yumen Gate of the West. The moon in your hometown is looking up at the magnetic field of Beidou. You have become a careful collector, and you have always been poor. You just refused to pawn the furniture you brought from your motherland. For five thousand years, it is not an antique that can be auctioned casually, but a magic lamp that will bring happiness. Fat Yu Liang is in the cornfield. Is a young general, watching the red tassels flying everywhere and the green swords dancing wildly. The fruit is hidden under the red tassel and green sword to show its teeth. We can read their language. In ordinary days, there are no old friends, only the wind is blowing. Blowing the endless long hair of corn in the middle of the corn field, we gained the strength to overcome tomorrow. The corn leaves are still hitting me. The golden corn cob tumbled in boiling water. What a beautiful day! I think of the countryside in the middle of the cornfield. Countless battles and victories will shine on us forever. If we don't go to war, if the enemy kills us, we will point bayonets at our bones and say, look, this is. Autumn's patriotic poems, spring worries can't force him to look at the mountains. The past was so thrilling that he burst into tears. Four million people cried at the same time. On this day last year, Taiwan Province Province was hacked.
7. Modern Poetry about "Love and Praise the Motherland"
I am proud, I come from China! 》
Among countless blue eyes and brown eyes,
I have a pair of black eyes like jewels.
I am proud, I come from China!
Among countless white skin and black skin,
My skin is as yellow as the earth,
I am proud, I come from China!
I'm from China-
The Loess Plateau is my chest,
The flowing water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood;
The Great Wall is my raised arm,
Mount Tai is my heel.
I'm from China.
My ancestors walked out of the forest for the first time.
My ancestors started farming first.
I am a descendant of the compass and printing.
I am a descendant of pi and seismograph.
In my country,
There are not only immortals in history.
Keywords Confucius, Sima Qian, Li Zicheng, Sun Yat-sen,
And immortality in the history of literature
Hua Mulan, Lin Daiyu, the Monkey King, Lu.
I am proud that I am from China!
I'm from China.
My voice is as rough as the Yellow River,
Not only in the United Nations building,
Speak out China's comments,
Also at the Olympic Games,
Shouting "China scores".
When applause sent the flag of China to the blue sky,
I wish I were from China!
I'm from China.
My huge arms are like the Great Wall,
Not only the drill pipe of the diamond oil production machine
Predict that the center of the earth can't hit oil,
Send communication satellites to our ancestors.
White clouds that I have never seen in my dream.
When the five oceans listen to the voice of the East,
I am proud, I come from China.
I'm from China.
I am a descendant of the murals in Mogao Grottoes.
Let the flying murals be with us.
I'm Tian Fei,
Flying is us.
I am proud, I come from China!
8. Modern poems about loving the motherland that can be read aloud.
Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains map "Dapeng rides the wind and soars in Wan Li in one day."
For five thousand years, I am proud of myself: I am ashamed of myself, and I am angry with Su Shi. Flying with a giant pen is the best in the world! Suddenly I heard the thunder outside, and hundreds of millions of people were happy.
Relieve life and death for justice: life is endless and struggle is endless. How much pride is there in poetry? Heaven and earth! Postscript: poetry is surging, the sea is vast and the sky is boundless.
Poets are crazy in troubled times, and talents come out in prosperous times. After the crazy trampling of Mongolian soldiers; Suffered from the cruel slavery of Qing Land Rover; The remains were bombarded by Eight-Nation Alliance's artillery; Endure the burning, killing and looting of Japanese robbers ... for decades, hundreds of years.
Today, in the land of China, a strong vitality finally broke out, which inspired something that shocked the hearts of all Chinese people in the world-this is "Three Hundred Poems"! After reading "Three Hundred Poems", I feel quite stirring. There are thunder, horns, roars and dragons in the book. Like stormy waves, it is magnificent and lifts the sky and the ground.
A big wave, powerful and invincible. Every word falls to the ground with a deafening sound.
Naturally, it reveals the heroism, boldness, optimism and broadmindedness of the seekers who look to the Wan Li world, look to the infinite future, read the eternal romance and monopolize the eternal chic. Awesome! Three hundred poems.
After reading you, we can touch the poet's moral integrity! Be strong! Three hundred poems. After reading you, we can breathe the poet's integrity! Sun Pei Jun. Motherland, my dear motherland Shu Ting, I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years. I am a miner's lamp with black forehead, and you are groping in the tunnel of history. I am a withered ear of rice; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I 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 nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me with scarred breasts, considerate me, and boiled me. Then get your wealth, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-my motherland, my dear motherland. The 4800-kilometer Yellow River flows through 9 provinces and regions and flows into the Bohai Sea.
The Yellow River Basin is the cradle of China's history and traditional culture. -Inscription: Have you noticed how the water of the Yellow River moves out of the sky and rushes to the East China Sea (1).
The Yellow River in Wan Li is stormy. What a style! Remember when chaos first opened, the heavens and the earth split, and the snow mountain in Kunlun came? Lightning shook the earth, and Bayan Kara (2) was in flames.
At first, the trickle became more and more fierce, and it was difficult to get out of Qinghai. I can't stop the mountains, and I will never come back from the East.
* * * Nine songs of the Yellow River and nine songs of love, the Loess Plateau is in my arms. The torrent of Luliang Mountain is surging, and the water is even more surging to Hukou.
On the left is the cliff in Shanxi, and on the right is the cliff in Shaanxi. The river bursts with cloth and silk, and the tigers roar and dragons sing ghosts and gods. There are flying beads and jade clouds on the sky, and there are turbulent and roaring waves on the ground.
The sound of water thunders thousands of miles, and the sound of drums shakes a thousand troops. Clouds are shining on Yun Ni, and rivers and seas are turning in the clouds.
The soul is moving and swinging, and thoughts are floating on the Yao platform. * * * Huang Shuitao flows eastward, reading all the victories and defeats in the world.
Where are the Han Yi in Qin Dou and the Song Rhyme in tang style? After 108,000 years, the vast years turned to dust. The rapids turn straight to fenglingdu, and the current is vast and magnificent.
Thousands of streams are eclectic and radial to the east. All the way to Luge, the sea was filled with smoke.
The scenery at the mouth of the sea is beautiful: the dawn of Xia Guang is coming. The white sails are rushing, and the water is surging! * * * New century, new look, clear water and green mountains.
National rejuvenation began with strong songs, which shook Kyushu and rushed to Jiugai. /kloc-0.3 billion people sing the Yellow River, and China paints a new era! (1) East China Sea, East China Sea, generic name, non-proper noun usage.
(2) Bayan Kara, the birthplace of the Yellow River.