Who has a poem about National Day?

& lt& lt motherland >> Mikhail lermontov

I love my motherland, but I use strange love!

Even my reason can't win.

Whether it's the glory of blood,

Whether full of pride and piety,

Regardless of the sacred rumors of ancient times,

Can't arouse my comfortable dreams.

But I like it.-I don't know why.

Its desolate and indifferent silence on the grassland,

The endless forest is swaying in the wind,

The raging river rushes like the sea,

I like driving along the path between villages.

Through the boundless night with slow eyes,

I miss the place where I stay at night and welcome it.

Light quivering along the road.

I like the smoke from wildfires,

A large group of horses and chariots spent the night on the grassland,

On the hills in the yellow fields,

Those sparkling birch trees.

I am full of happiness that no one knows.

Looking at the threshing floor full of grain,

A farmhouse covered with straw,

A small window with embossed shutters,

On a dewy holiday night,

In that drunken farmer's joke,

Watch the dance with a whistle,

I can see deeper midnight.

Shu Ting: Motherland, my dear motherland.

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.

I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.

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.

Draw the rope deep

Pull it into your shoulder

-the motherland!

I am very poor.

I am sad

I am your ancestor.

Painful hope.

It's a flying sleeve.

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.

This is crimson dawn.

Spraying

-Motherland

I am one billionth of you.

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.

With your scarred breasts,

raise

Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.

And then from my flesh and blood

get

Your richness, your glory, your freedom.

-Motherland

my dear motherland