A poem praising the motherland
My motherland!
Accumulated for thousands of years,
Endless history,
She! An ancient civilization,
There are countless legends.
My motherland!
Great,
She gave herself to the world,
One magical invention after another,
Light up the world's once dark heart.
My motherland!
Once brilliant,
But it's a difficult journey,
Occasionally crying,
I spoke helplessly of the pain.
My motherland!
Despite the pain,
Now that I have broken my destiny,
Pervert!
She flapped her wings and flew to tomorrow.
My motherland!
Now it's thriving,
Harmony and beauty,
She will always be full of energy,
Become an immortal legend.
Poems praising the motherland Part II
I love my motherland
Love her rushing Yellow River and Yangtze River.
And the rich "Beidacang" and "Land of Fish and Rice"
Feed us to grow.
I love my motherland
Love her beautiful mountains and rivers,
For our curious eyes
Capture happiness
I love my motherland
Love her rich "land of abundance"
There is also the "Treasure Island" in the southeast corner.
Make this land more fertile
I love my motherland
Love her Oriental Pearl Night.
There is also a faint fragrance of rice in the countryside.
Interwoven with the fruits of the diversified development of the motherland
I love my motherland
Love the outline of the roof of her world
And the majestic Mount Everest.
Gather into the pride and happiness of Chinese children!
I love my motherland
Loving her embodies the wisdom of Chinese children.
-Wan Li Great Wall
Standing on the territory of the Chinese nation
Like an active elf
I love my motherland
Love the joy of working people's harvest
And the deep wrinkles on their faces
They are the loveliest people in the world!
I love my motherland
Love the people, soldiers are not afraid of difficulties.
Go forward bravely in the face of disaster
They are worthy of being descendants of the dragon!
The third poem praising the motherland
There is no boundary between pure May and warm June.
I picked up a cup of crimson liquid.
Welcome the bright moonlight and the loud sun.
The music played and the celebration songs danced.
There is a hand rising in the undulating echo.
Blue waves rippled in the sky and condensed * * *
My motherland! A cry broke out from the goblet.
At the moment, I don't want to call my motherland "mom"
Because in front of the motherland, I am too small and humble.
I am just an unknown poet, just like a country child.
Often awakened by some tender buds in spring.
They green every growing story in my heart.
So I learned to climb, run, think and mature.
I learned to pose like a river with tears in my eyes and a smile.
So, I traveled all over the country.
Your towering mountains and rushing rivers
Vast fields, boundless grasslands
Motherland, children of my motherland.
I have touched your strong and resolute bones.
Has quietly entered your life.
Until the depths of your blood
Then I began to think of myself as a seed.
Water, Poetry and Life
Plant on the land of the motherland
So, I use the purest voice.
Announce to the boundless sky
Am I a grass of the motherland, or
Red sorghum matured in autumn.