Poems praising the motherland (1)
See what the northern countries show: Hundreds of leagues ice-bound go; Thousands of leagues flies snow.
Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed;
When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum.
The mountain dancing silver snake, originally a wax elephant, wants to compete with God.
It must be a sunny day, and it is particularly enchanting to see plain clothes wrapped in a red dress.
There are many beautiful people in the mountains and rivers, and countless heroes bend their backs.
Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent;
Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish.
A generation of tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to shoot an eagle with a bow.
The past is the past, a romantic figure depends on the present.
Poems praising the motherland (2)
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Poems praising the motherland (3)
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.
To the west of the old base, there is a rich collection of people: Chibi, Zhou Lang, where the three countries stand.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.
A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Life is like a dream, and a bottle returns to the moon.
Poems praising the motherland (4)
Wan Li has clear skies, magnificent mountains and rivers, and red flags flying.
Look at Kyushu Fiona Fang and celebrate the world; Rivers sing, fragrant everywhere.
Social stability, people's happiness, a new chapter in the spectrum of reform and opening up
Like the dragon of the world, New China stands tall in the East.
Today's glory depends on the direction of the party, government and national policies.
Looking back on the eventful years, life is ruined; There are many difficulties for the people, but the night is endless.
Bullets, risk one's life for a new red sun.
Cherish it and let the rivers and mountains go red forever.
Poems praising the motherland (5)
When the magnificent huabiao,
Let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn,
When the majestic Tiananmen Square,
Let the clouds meet the rising sun.
The ear of history,
The salute rumbled,
An avalanche of echoes,
It is the echo of the changes in China.
A giant looks down at the world,
A loud voice,
The whole world heard it,
People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded!
When the first five-star red flag Ran Ran was raised,
Flag of victory,
Flying in the wind of the sky,
People looked up,
The whole world saw it,
The people of China have stood up since then!