Motherland, I love your modern poetry 1 I love your jingling camel bells.
It is it that makes the Silk Road go back to ancient times.
I love your green grass buds.
It masks the desolation of the Gobi Desert.
I like your country flute.
It is it that scatters colorful notes in all directions.
I like the tall buildings in your city.
It is it that puts people's ideals in the sun.
I like the blue waves of the Yangtze River.
It played and sang the voices of 56 nationalities.
I love you, waves of the Yellow River.
Raised 654.38+300 million people.
I like the majesty of the Great Wall.
It is the backbone of China people.
Huangshan, I love you.
It shows the beauty and dignity of the motherland.
I love your broad-minded plateau.
It is it that reveals the courage of the people of China.
I like the density of your sugarcane forest.
It is sweet to the hearts of hundreds of millions of people.
I like your open window.
It is it that makes the flower of civilization bloom.
I like your wave of reform.
It is it that takes off the hat of poverty and backwardness.
I like your clever mind.
It was it that won the gold medal for the four great inventions.
I love your hardworking hands.
It's for the modern motherland.
I like your great national flag.
It represents the direction of the people.
I like your colorful sails.
It is it that makes the ship of the century whistle and sail!
Motherland, I love you.
I like your Aoki grass show.
I like your birdsong and frog's singing.
I love your mountains and rivers.
I love your city, town and country.
I like your affair.
You love your beautiful sun.
You gave me life.
You gave me strength.
You give me the desire to plug in.
A pair of flying wings!
Motherland, I love you, modern poetry, 2. Looking at the starry summer night quietly,
Heart involuntarily cried, calling.
You are the sun tomorrow morning,
I am the rain and dew that just woke up.
Lying on your warm back;
You are the boundless sea,
I am a boat of inspiration,
With your help, I went forward bravely;
You are a lush tree,
I am the bird in your pen,
Once built a nest there and sang happily;
It is you,
Gave me a pair of flying wings,
Let me fly freely and bravely;
It is you,
Gave me the dream of youth,
Let me have the ability to create everything beautiful;
You are the future flower of the motherland,
I am your fruit,
Unde your careful care,
Constantly enrich yourself;
Who said that flowers bloom silently?
The flowers of the motherland will never be defeated,
If the sound of the waves still resounds through the earth;
Only the earth can understand what I'm shouting,
Only the motherland knows who I am calling,
Thank you-the motherland!
Thanksgiving-mom!