Red Classic Poetry Prose 1 When the bright sun leaps out of the blue waves of the East China Sea,
The Pamirs are still full of stars.
When the northland was still a world wrapped in silver,
Southern Xinjiang has long been permeated with rich spring scenery.
Ah, we love you, China.
We love you. ...
The beauty of Guilin's landscape,
The makeup of the West Lake in Hangzhou has faded.
Huangshan Mountain and Lushan Mountain are shrouded in mist.
The magnificence of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
We love you. ...
The fragrance of Longjing tea,
The mellow beauty of Moutai,
Jiangnan silk is bright and beautiful,
Exquisite craftsmanship of Jingdezhen ceramics.
We love you. ...
The moonlight in front of Dai bamboo building is like water.
The towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world,
Grapes in Turpan, melons in Hami,
Sheep on the grassland, camels on the Gobi desert.
We love you. ...
Ancient songs played by chimes during the Warring States period,
New songs written by reform and opening up,
The surging spring tide in Wan Li, China,
The fire of hope lit by the motherland.
We love you. ...
History of struggle writing,
Fruit watered by sweat.
Magnificent pine trees and noble plum blossoms,
Broad-minded and great spirit.
We are proud, we are proud,
We work hard, we explore,
You are a strong man in the forest of nations in the world.
We love you, China! The world of gold
The magnificent moon with 3000 years of culture,
Radiate the season that thousands of people yearn for,
Autumn,
The golden world,
Brew a bumper harvest of wine;
Cheers and shouts,
Describe the glory of tomorrow,
Gathered on a round cake,
Romance symbolizes the happiness of harvest;
Recall the past:
How many literati,
Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, lamenting the worries of home and country,
Look at now:
Our colleagues have broader ideas,
Intoxicated;
We review:
Recalling the spring rain sown together,
Recalling Dai Yue's hardships,
Recall the high wind of unity and enterprising;
We imagine:
Imagine the great cause that is erupting,
Imagine you chasing my colorful clouds,
Imagine your brilliant red sun;
Jin Qiuyue:
We will love you forever.
Red classic poetry and prose 2, my lady!
I will live up to your hospitality,
Don't let me down.
I'm here for my lover,
Burn like this!
Ah, my lady!
You should know my predecessor.
Don't you think I am a reckless slave?
In the chest of my black slave,
As long as there is a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady!
I think my predecessor,
Originally a useful pillar,
I've been buried alive for years,
Only now have I seen the light of day again.
Ah, my lady!
Ever since I saw the light again,
I often miss my hometown,
I'm here for my lover,
Burn like this!
Ai Qing, I love this land.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
Then I died and even my feathers rotted in the ground.
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply. ...
Days and nights whizzing by in my eyes
Grass and gold surge in my chest.
Yan Di Long Pao Neijing
Muddy tears and expressions.
I have been running through my youth.
My bad breath
When I hold a copper pot to warm my eyes, tears flow like a river.
Who is your drunken boat?
Suppress one's throbbing chest
I look forward to the Beidou full of thunder.
A thousand Yellow River diaries were unveiled by you.
A thousand diaries are Qian Fan's back.
Qian Fan's back. You're back.
When I lead the cattle and drive the sheep, I disappear into your noisy entrance at dusk.
When I drag my children, help the old and take care of the young, and live and roam on your road.
When the brazier on my head worships your deep source
Yellow River I long for a bumper harvest after the storm.
My black hair and white hair are in the Yellow River and thousands of feet.
I flew thousands of feet along the Yellow River.
I dream of the Yellow River in Tiema Glacier.
My canoe crossed the Yellow River in Wanzhong Mountain.
I really can't take my photo away from the Yellow River with my face.
I really took my songs away, but I couldn't take my feelings away.
The rising sea can't drown the sunset in my heart.
The world of mortals in the eyes, the river is getting worse and worse and can't be buried.
My river that never hits the south wall and never looks back.
My river without coffins and tears
I can't reach the Great Wall, not a hero's river.
My river won't die if it can't see the sea.
My blows and blows hit the bustling river.
My stumbling river
I can't leave without a river.
When the stone turns into foam,
When bones turn into waves
Sorghum fell and there was blood.
When tears are shaped into wheat ears of highland barley
When my feet are covered with mud, I have a hard job in my hand.
Yellow River You are the song I want to sing when I am tired.
A whip shadow drives a carriage full of flames and tears.
A village full of apricot blossoms and moistened by folk songs
Drunk, the north wind stands in your Hedong Hexi Henan Hebei
Yellow River, I am the mountain you grew up watching.
The flowers in Shandandan are colorful, and your mountains made of water and slopes made of waves are colorful.
Little by little, the stars in the sky light your pulse with nine twists and eighteen bends.
When I was humming that nursery rhyme under the scorching sun and frost.
You are my ancestor who took dreams as horses.
Red Classic Poetry Prose 4 My name is Zhonghua.
My name is China Child.
This land gives birth to us and supports us.
Tireless labor
No one can take this land away.
This land is proof that our ancestors left us their surnames.
Inflammation and jaundice
The descendants of the Chinese people opened in this land.
Chinese sons and daughters guard the land of the East.
For a river
A river
certificate
Prove that the descendants of China are working hard to govern.
Protect our homeland and defend our country.
The descendants of China are United.
* * * With prosperity
The love of grandparents
This is the oath we will take.
Love my China
Love China, five thousand miles of rivers and mountains.
Love the 5,000-year history of rainstorm erosion in China.
Unexpectedly, I resolutely refused to fall.
This is loving China.
All Chinese sons and daughters' love my China'
All Chinese sons and daughters' love my China'
All Chinese people' love my China'
Only five thousand years of civilization and history.
It's only been five years since I was a proud poet.
The source of the flowing river.
Never stop
Love China.
Love China.
Love my China. ...
Five sides of red classic poetry and prose are doomed to October
Surrounded by flowers
It is destined to be blood-like China Red.
Flying in every sky of the motherland
In the flowing blood
upstream
Irritable
Spray my enthusiasm
Motherland,
I use this red color.
Write down my loyalty to you
Please allow me.
Rely on you.
Strong arms
Wind and rain hit
Cover us with your body.
No injuries
I wake up every morning.
can
Seeing your kind appearance
I won't allow/I don't allow
Anyone will hurt you.
If so, your child
Will defend your happiness with your life.
In October, I used my life.
With the color of blood
Write down my loyalty to you
Red Classic Poetry Prose 6 long live the motherland! Like a bell ringing in the sky.
Every note is a thrilling spring thunder.
Long live the motherland! The loudest compliment
Let me cry.
Long live the motherland! A chorus of "Five Thousand Years" is as vivid and magnificent as the wind blowing the wheat waves.
Visit the grassland and watch the eagle and goose parade.
Go into the mountains and see the scenery in the season. In The Wind and Birds, the flag raised by Ran Ran in the new century will be repeated.
Let me cheer and revel in the towering buildings.
Look at Wan.
There are infinitely beautiful scenery.
Long live the motherland! Standing tall is the green hill.
It's the green water that refuses to take a firm side.
The immortality of the mountain has shaped the magnificent scenery of 5000 years.
The water has lost its prestige for 5,000 years.
In the fireworks of the festival
I am the bud of burning and explosion.
Long live the motherland! long distance call
Wonderful compliment. In the ranks of the people, I am a wheat on the national emblem. On the flowers and trees of the motherland, I am a flying discipline.
Long live the motherland! Long live the motherland, how many dynasties have gone, the arrogance of a generation has vanished, and the palace has collapsed.
Only the Great Wall of Wan Li will never die.
Long live the motherland! The hymn of my life, the brilliance of my blood.
In my life,
Everything outside the body can be given up, and the only thing you can't give up.
It is our great people of China and China.
Red Classic Poetry Prose 7 "Singing the Motherland"
My motherland,
Lovely China,
You made a glorious history,
You raised a great country.
I'm proud of your age,
Thousands of years of strong winds have not broken your tall and straight back, and I am proud of your strength.
Resist internal troubles and foreign invasion, and go through the years.
I'm proud of your light,
The Chinese nation firmly grasps its own destiny, and I am proud of your spirit.
Reform and opening up are magnificent.
Red Classic Poetry Prose 8 "Ode to National Day"
Motherland,
You have experienced an extraordinary 55 years, just like a baby growing into a prime of life.
Today, you are full of vigor and vitality. You have suffered and laughed.
After rough times, tomorrow will be better. For 55 years,
Great changes have taken place in you, and your people are getting richer and richer.
Your national strength is getting stronger and stronger.
You have United the hearts of Chinese people all over the world! You have won the respect of the world. Now you are in high spirits.
Entering the new century,
Today, in this festive festival,
I tell you from the bottom of my heart,
Hello, motherland!
Red Classic Poetry Prose 9 "Full Garden Chun Xue"
1February 936
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.
Look inside and outside the Great Wall. It's so vast.
When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum.
Keywords mountain dancing silver snake, original wax elephant,
Want to compare with the weather!
When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight!
This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.
Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent.
Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish.
Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.
These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.
Red Classic Poetry Prose 10 "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 blackened on your forehead,
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice;
This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Pull the rope deep into your shoulder.
-the motherland!
I'm poor, I'm sad,
I am your bitter hope for generations!
This is the "flying" cuff,
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow,
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line,
It's a crimson dawn, breaking out!
-Motherland
I'm one billionth of you,
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
You feed it with scarred breasts.
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
Then take it from my flesh and blood
Your richness, your glory, your freedom!
-Motherland
my dear motherland