Who has a good poem? Don't be too short and patriotic.

Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland.

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;

I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,

Do what you do in the tunnel of history;

I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time;

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Pull into your shoulder;

-the motherland!

I'm 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;

-the motherland!

I am your brand-new ideal,

Just broke free from the spider web of myth;

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;

I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;

I am the newly painted white starting line;

This is crimson dawn.

It is sprayed;

-the 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

Yours; Abundance, your glory, your freedom;

-the motherland,

my dear motherland

I am proud, I come from China! 》

Among countless blue eyes and brown eyes,

I have a pair of black eyes like jewels.

I am proud, I come from China!

Among countless white skin and black skin,

My skin is as yellow as the earth,

I am proud, I come from China!

I'm from China-

The Loess Plateau is my chest,

The flowing water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood;

The Great Wall is my raised arm,

Mount Tai is my heel.

I'm from China.

My ancestors walked out of the forest for the first time.

My ancestors started farming first.

I am a descendant of the compass and printing.

I am a descendant of pi and seismograph.

In my country,

There are not only immortals in history.

Keywords Confucius, Sima Qian, Li Zicheng, Sun Yat-sen,

And immortality in the history of literature

Hua Mulan, Lin Daiyu, the Monkey King, Lu.

I am proud that I am from China!

I'm from China.

My voice is as rough as the Yellow River,

Not only in the United Nations building,

Speak out China's comments,

Also at the Olympic Games,

Shouting "China scores".

When applause sent the flag of China to the blue sky,

I wish I were from China!

I'm from China.

My huge arms are like the Great Wall,

Not only the drill pipe of the diamond oil production machine

Predict that the center of the earth can't hit oil,

Send communication satellites to our ancestors.

White clouds that I have never seen in my dream.

When the five oceans listen to the voice of the East,

I am proud, I come from China.

I'm from China.

I am a descendant of the murals in Mogao Grottoes.

Let the flying murals be with us.

I'm Tian Fei,

Flying is us.

I am proud, I come from China!

Motherland, I love you.

I like your jingling camel bells.

It is it that makes the Silk Road go back to ancient times. I love your green grass buds.

It covers the desolate Gobi desert. I like your rural 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.

Motherland, I love you.

You gave me life.

You gave me strength.

You give me the desire to plug in.

A pair of flying wings

My motherland,

The mountains are towering,

The majestic mountain peaks overlook the storms of history.

Twilight is boundless,

Let the wind and cloud pass.

The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.

My motherland,

The river runs,

The mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history,

Rush forward bravely,

Wash away the filth of a hundred years,

The stormy waves hit the canyon, and there were many ups and downs of fate.

My motherland,

Vast territory and rich resources,

Beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture.

The desert accepts the sunset,

Full moon and drunken lotus,

How many splendid civilizations are still shining on the vast land.

My motherland,

The people are hardworking,

Fifty-six ethnic groups sympathize with each other,

The magnificence of oriental charm,

The romantic style of humanistic style,

How many beautiful and moving legends have been passed down through the ages.

This is my motherland,

This is my beloved motherland.

I like your long and splendid history,

I like the flowers on every inch of your land,

I love your magnificent rivers and mountains,

I love you. The people are tenacious.

My motherland,

My beloved motherland.

You are a rooster with your head held high, awakening the silence of the dawn.

You are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era.

You are a lion, dancing the glory of China.

You are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name,

That's China!

That's China, my motherland.

My beloved motherland.

I love my motherland deeply,

The beating heart has been beating for 5 thousand years,

I love my motherland deeply,

Surging blood rushed to the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,

I love my motherland deeply,

Yellow skin is printed with the color left by ancestors,

I love my motherland deeply,

Black eyes reveal a humble smile,

I love my motherland deeply,

Strong personality, tall and straight,

I love my motherland deeply,

The vast sea border is full of all my sustenance.

My motherland,

Lovely China,

You made a glorious history,

You raised a great country.

I'm proud of your age,

The wind of a thousand years can't break your tall and straight back,

I'm proud of your strength,

Resist internal troubles and foreign invasion, and go through the years.

I'm proud of your light,

The Chinese nation firmly grasps its own destiny,

I'm proud of your spirit,

Reform and opening up are magnificent.

Lovely motherland,

Wherever I go,

I hold your arm of strength,

No matter where I live,

You have warmed my heart.

Lovely motherland,

You are the helmsman of the new century,

You use speed, you use strength,

Create miracles that shock the world.

You work hard and use your wisdom,

Has carried on another more brilliant development!

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of hope,

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of vigor and vitality!

Sing for the motherland

autumn wind

Give off a faint fragrance.

Chrysanthemum in frost

Give a piece of wheat straw a season

Kiss the afterglow of the sunset

Love overflows gentle eyes.

Look at the fields calmly.

Passion flies to poetry

Listen to the gurgling of the Yellow River.

A history bearing countless sufferings

Watch the river with high sediment concentration.

How many memories have you accumulated?

In a state of ruin

This is your old face

The hardships of childhood

Left an indelible mark.

Experienced hardships and hardships

Half a century of fighting

A far-reaching and long flow

Footprints of 5,000-year civilization

A long historical process

The heroic waves rolling in the past

The strings of time

Play today's brilliant melody

The deepest national day in memory is the 50th anniversary;

Through the neat parade in front of Tiananmen Square,

Shows the national prestige;

Thousands of people are jubilant in Tiananmen Square.

Showed a strong sense of pride because of the country;

People all over the country are also happy and encouraged by it.

These 50 years of ups and downs have created a rapidly developing Republic.

The sense of vicissitudes in these 50 years may only be understood by the older generation.

For our generation,

The National Day holiday is even more exciting.

How many days do you sleep during the National Day tour? ...

I don't know whether the older revolutionaries who left first were angry or gratified;

Angry, we forgot the meaning of National Day and only knew how to play.

I'm glad that we can finally enjoy happiness in the country they created.

No smoke, no terror;

Enjoy peace and happiness.

The 55th National Day is coming,

China people went into space,

The Olympic Games was a great success.

The fourth generation of collective leadership has just been established.

We are proud of this,

For the prosperity of the motherland,

For the independence and rejuvenation of the country.

Living in a bustling city,

Running in the noisy streets,

Sing this hard-won prosperity;

Walking in a quiet campus,

Sitting in a quiet classroom,

Thinking about this hard-won peace.

Pigeons in the sky no longer cry,

Olives on the ground will no longer wither,

The people of the motherland will no longer give up their ideas.

I also have a dream.

Dream that the first compatriot can do what he likes and fight for his ideal;

Dream that everyone in China can perform their duties and do their best for the development of the motherland;

Dream of the National Day100th anniversary, the motherland is so rich, strong, democratic and civilized;

Dream that Chinese civilization will once again become the focus of world attention;

I dream that my compatriots will go to every country in the world and proudly say, "I am from China!" " "

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Dreaming that our life is getting better and better,

There are still seven days before the National Day in my dream.

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I believe this dream will come true,

This is the dream of most compatriots.

Motherland, I love you.

I like your jingling camel bells.

It is it that makes the Silk Road go back to ancient times. I love your green grass buds.

It covers the desolate Gobi desert. I like your rural 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.

Motherland, I love you.

You gave me life.

You gave me strength.

You give me the desire to plug in.

A pair of flying wings

My motherland,

The mountains are towering,

The majestic mountain peaks overlook the storms of history.

Twilight is boundless,

Let the wind and cloud pass.

The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.

My motherland,

The river runs,

The mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history,

Rush forward bravely,

Wash away the filth of a hundred years,

The stormy waves hit the canyon, and there were many ups and downs of fate.

My motherland,

Vast territory and rich resources,

Beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture.

The desert accepts the sunset,

Full moon and drunken lotus,

How many splendid civilizations are still shining on the vast land.

My motherland,

The people are hardworking,

Fifty-six ethnic groups sympathize with each other,

The magnificence of oriental charm,

The romantic style of humanistic style,

How many beautiful and moving legends have been passed down through the ages.

This is my motherland,

This is my beloved motherland.

I like your long and splendid history,

I like the flowers on every inch of your land,

I love your magnificent rivers and mountains,

I love you. The people are tenacious.

My motherland,

My beloved motherland.

You are a rooster with your head held high, awakening the silence of the dawn.

You are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era.

You are a lion, dancing the glory of China.

You are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name,

That's China!

That's China, my motherland.

My beloved motherland.

I love my motherland deeply,

The beating heart has been beating for 5 thousand years,

I love my motherland deeply,

Surging blood rushed to the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,

I love my motherland deeply,

Yellow skin is printed with the color left by ancestors,

I love my motherland deeply,

Black eyes reveal a humble smile,

I love my motherland deeply,

Strong personality, tall and straight,

I love my motherland deeply,

The vast sea border is full of all my sustenance.

My motherland,

Lovely China,

You made a glorious history,

You raised a great country.

I'm proud of your age,

The wind of a thousand years can't break your tall and straight back,

I'm proud of your strength,

Resist internal troubles and foreign invasion, and go through the years.

I'm proud of your light,

The Chinese nation firmly grasps its own destiny,

I'm proud of your spirit,

Reform and opening up are magnificent.

Lovely motherland,

Wherever I go,

I hold your arm of strength,

No matter where I live,

You have warmed my heart.

Lovely motherland,

You are the helmsman of the new century,

You use speed, you use strength,

Create miracles that shock the world.

You work hard and use your wisdom,

Has carried on another more brilliant development!

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of hope,

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of vigor and vitality!

Dai Wangshu's "I Use Broken Palm"

I used my injured palm.

Explore this vast land:

This corner has been reduced to ashes,

That corner is just blood and mud;

This lake should be my hometown,

(In spring, the bank is full of flowers.

There is a strange smell when the tender willow branches are broken. )

I touched the coolness of seaweed and water;

The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.

The water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through the fingers;

The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia;

Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered,

There, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. ...

Invisible palms swept the mountains without complaint,

Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with darkness,

Only the far corner is still intact,

Warm, clear, firm and vigorous spring.

On it, I stroked it with my broken palm,

Like a lover's soft hair, a baby's milk.

I put all my strength in my palm.

Put it on, send love and all hope,

Because there is only the sun, no spring,

Will dispel the haze and bring Su Sheng,

Because it's the only place where we don't live like animals,

Die like an ant ... there, eternal China!

Feathers and wings

Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland.

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;

I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,

Do what you do in the tunnel of history;

I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time;

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Pull into your shoulder;

-the motherland!

I'm 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;

-the motherland!

I am your brand-new ideal,

Just broke free from the spider web of myth;

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;

I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;

I am the newly painted white starting line;

This is crimson dawn.

It is sprayed;

-the 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

Yours; Abundance, your glory, your freedom;

-the motherland,

My dear motherland!

Guo Moruo's Coal in the Furnace

Ah, my lady!

I will live up to your hospitality,

Don't let me down.

I'm doing this for the people I love.

Burn like this!

Ah, my lady!

You should know my predecessor.

Don't you think I am a reckless slave?

In the chest of my black slave,

As long as there is a heart like fire.

Ah, my lady!

I think my predecessor

Originally a useful pillar,

I've been buried alive for years,

Only now have I seen the light of day again.

Ah, my lady!

Ever since I saw the light again,

I often miss my hometown,

I'm doing this for the people I love.

Burn like this!

I love this land.

Ai Qing

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,

This endless wind,

And the gentle dawn from the forest ...-and then I died,

Even feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often cry?

Because I love this land deeply. ...