Poetry that loves the motherland? The first 1
Ode to Ancestors China, my motherland, is a giant in the east of the world. What you have-the majestic Great Wall and the Forbidden City, the surging Yangtze River and Yellow River, Mount Everest on the roof of the world, and the scenic Guilin landscape. What you have-China culture, four great inventions, the world-famous Silk Road, and the unique treasures of traditional Chinese medicine in China.
What you have-the coast of the East China Sea is rough, the forests in southern Xinjiang and islands are layered, the snow and ice in the north are frozen, and the grassland in the western regions is idyllic. Motherland, motherland, I love you, I would like to sing a beautiful hymn for you, I would like to dedicate everything to you, and I would like you to stand in the east of the world forever!
Poem 2 of Love for the Motherland
If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the incomparable 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.
Love the motherland's first poem 3
"I use the damaged palm" Dai Wangshu I use the damaged palm to explore this vast land: this corner has been reduced to ashes, and there is only blood and mud in that corner; This lake should be my hometown, I touch the algae and cool water; The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold, and the water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through your fingers. The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft.
Now there is only Artemisia scoparia; Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered. For now, I have soaked in the bitter water of the South China Sea without a fishing boat ... The invisible palm swept the mountains without hatred, and my fingers were stained with blood and ash, and my palms were stained with darkness. Only the distant corner is still intact, warm, clear, firm and vigorous. On it, I touched it with my broken palm, like a lover's soft hair, like a baby's milk.
I put all my strength on the palm of my hand and put it on it, sending love and all my hopes, because only where there is sun and spring will we drive away the darkness and bring Su Sheng, because only there will we not live like animals and die like ants … There, eternal China!