Modern National Day Poetry

A modern poem praising the motherland on National Day: ode to the motherland

Seventy years ago

With the majestic voice of a great man

You were born.

From then on, there will be your majestic figure in the east of the world.

Thirty years ago.

Accompanied by another great man's frequent waving

You are open.

From then on, you will cry in the colorful world.

Twenty years ago

With the third generation of leaders thinking all night.

You flew.

Since then, you have changed with each passing day in the world with strong hands.

ten years ago

With a cordial smile from the chairman.

You left.

From then on, you wrote a song of a powerful country in the east of the world.

A nation that has experienced vicissitudes is the patron saint of hope and peace.

Raise a glass to bless my dear motherland.

In those stormy years

Severe acute respiratory syndrome, floods and snowstorms followed.

Two major earthquakes separated by 32 years.

No matter how big the disaster is, arrival

The motherland has always held its head high.

At the foot of this disaster, there will always be a land of loyal love.

Motherland, you are in my heart.

I have the courage:

Fight white waves and anger at the mouth of the lake, climb the peak of knowledge.

You are the darling of the Chinese people.

That lighted lamp

Light the road and walk with us.

Modern Poetry of National Day Ancestor Song Part II: Motherland, My Dear Motherland

Motherland, my dear motherland.

Five thousand years' journey

Time flies, after countless spring and autumn.

Wake up in the primitive community and witness the timetable of men plowing and women weaving.

Wake up to the drums and enjoy the life of Kingoma Railway.

Wake up in a foreign gun and be bullied by humiliating powers and animals.

Across the Yangtze River and Yellow River washed by history, across Mount Tai carved in the century.

Thorns all the way, bumps all the way

Injury and hatred, along with ancient legends.

Blood and tears represent a waste of time.

Motherland, my dear motherland.

After 5,000 years of vicissitudes, you write magic with your own body.

The dim sword shadow blows away the dust of history.

Every vicissitudes of life are wrinkles carved on the forehead by years.

An incurable scar seared on the heart.

Condense the aspirations of Chinese sons and daughters in pursuit of hope.

Shuttle through the Great Wall of Wan Li built with blood and tears, and remember the glory of Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses in Ying Zheng.

Running all the way, all the fun.

Injury and hatred have proved the ancient civilization.

Blood and tears write the footprints of progress.

Motherland, my dear motherland.

Five thousand years of wind and rain, you prove it with your own body.

Break free from the shackles of history and sow civilization and peace together.

A country that has suffered a lot.

Draw the blueprint of rooster in the world map.

The five-star red flag is redder than my heart.

With the dawn, Ran Ran rises.

Motherland, you finally have your own title-China.

Modern Poems on the National Day Ancestors Part III: Love the motherland and love my hometown even more.

Even if my heart follows it

The Yellow River rushes and meanders on the land of the northland.

My heart is searching for it excitedly.

The Yangtze River rushes on the hot land in the south of China and reaches the East China Sea.

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It is a golden flash on the coast where China people live.

On both sides of the river is a paradise for longing.

Suddenly look up, the motherland is good.

Bow your head and be happy, and your hometown is beautiful

At the foot is the holy land I am pursuing, and I suddenly look back.

Love the motherland, but also love my hometown.

The years flow quietly, along the road of time.

The motherland is thriving.

Looking back on the past, a romantic figure through the ages

Look at the present, be a hero.

I am happy to walk on the country road.

So what?

You will know the paradise of flowers and birds when you are in the Rhododendron.

Walk into the grass sea and feel the tranquility of the sea;

The rising sun climbed from the sacred mountain, and countless willow branches danced with the sea;

Deep homesickness, who are you drunk with?

Who wrote the rural folk songs?

Stand in the breeze and feel the fragrance of green trees and weeds.

Spring blossoms for an instant, and it is infinitely warm.

All the country roads extend in all directions.

Patches of green woods adorn their hometown.

Suddenly, I feel that the sword against heaven is piercing the sky.

Love the motherland, but also love my hometown.

Modern Poetry Celebrating the National Day of the Motherland Part IV: 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!

In countless white skin and black skin, I have yellow skin like the earth, I am proud, I come from China!

I'm from China!

The Loess Plateau is my chest, and the flowing water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood.

The Great Wall is my raised arm, and Mount Tai is my heel.

I'm from China!

My ancestors walked out of the forest first, and my ancestors started farming first.

I am a descendant of compass and printing, and I am a descendant of pi and seismograph.

In my nation, there are not only immortal Confucius, Sima Qian and Sun Yat-sen in history, but also immortal Mulan, Lin Daiyu, the Monkey King and Lu in the history of literature.

I am proud, I come from China!

I'm from China!

My voice, as turbulent as the Yellow River, not only rang in the United Nations building to express China's comments loudly, but also rang in the Olympic Games and shouted "China scores".

When applause sent the national flag of China to the blue sky, I wish I was from China!

I'm from China!

Like the Great Wall, my giant arm not only drilled the drill pipe of the oil extractor into the center of the earth where it was predicted that no oil would be produced, but also sent the communication satellite to the white clouds that our ancestors never dreamed of. When all corners of the country listen to the voice of the East, I am proud that I am 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, and Tian Fei is us.

I am proud, I come from China!