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My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing splendid journeys everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, full of simple feelings, I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and brilliant. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal rivers and mountains of reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. At the dawn of my motherland, the sun holds a firm belief and turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of the great motherland's oriental civilization is like a Mercedes-Benz train, holding up the burning belief to meet the dawn of the century and sail for a more brilliant future. Poems praising the motherland II: Ode to the motherland ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— The burden of years. The footsteps of history have accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I thought of my motherland, a motherland full of * * *-here I am the motherland of song for you. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your breath, and the boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and the whole of my life. Motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, the flaming flame of socialism, the horn of the people's revolution, and the sail of riding the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and enterprising, and the avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is spreading your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast and a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and a derrick in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill and courage, and the great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The smiling faces of the people write about your great motherland-your motherland that created life and transformed the world. Motherland-you are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a soldier who defends the truth and raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. The sons and daughters of China are grateful to your mother-like motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and brought the dawn of peace. Motherland, Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You've always known that. Firmly for Intel, you are kind and loving, defending Greenpeace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud of our motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the motherland's tomorrow will be better, the world's tomorrow will be better and mankind's tomorrow will be better. Poetry praising the motherland: the motherland! This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream flow with sweetness, and let all voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your cockroach. The first October is always like echoing tears. The sound of harmony passes through your heart and extends to the most passionate melody. In my heart, you are not only a green island where I can rest, but also a red cloud that makes me step on the beat. No matter the countless failures and successes of mountains, rivers, valleys, fields, trails and the sea, October is more fulfilling! Motherland ... for whom is the crown of October worn? On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the drums of harvest. I recall the historical sounds carved on white marble, and my thoughts have changed. How can the mountains and rivers in Wan Li not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? ! The rising October has already started in Qian Fan, with my song, my motherland's poem praising the motherland: autumn wind blowing gently! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! Poem 2 praising the motherland: "motherland, my dear motherland" I/am your brand-new ideal, just out of the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! I/am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You/with scarred * * * feed me confused, thoughtful, boiling; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! Poetry 3 praises the motherland: my motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing splendid journeys everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, full of simple feelings, I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and brilliant. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal rivers and mountains of reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. The sun like the dawn of the motherland, with firm faith, turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of the great motherland's oriental civilization is like a Mercedes-Benz train, holding up the burning belief to meet the dawn of the century and sail for a more brilliant future. Poem 4: Ode to the Ancestor ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— The footsteps of history have accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I thought of my motherland, a motherland full of * * *-here I am the motherland of song for you. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your breath, and the boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and the whole of my life. Motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, the flaming flame of socialism, the horn of the people's revolution, and the sail of riding the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and enterprising, and the avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is spreading your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast and a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and a derrick in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill and courage, and the great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The smiling faces of the people write about your great motherland-your motherland that created life and transformed the world. Motherland-you are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a soldier who defends the truth and raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. The sons and daughters of China are grateful to your mother-like motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and brought the dawn of peace. Motherland, Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You've always known that. Firmly for Intel, you are kind and loving, defending Greenpeace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have such a motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the motherland's tomorrow will be better, the world's tomorrow will be better and mankind's tomorrow will be better. Poetry praising the motherland: the motherland! This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream flow with sweetness, and let all voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your cockroach. The first October is always like echoing tears. The sound of harmony passes through your heart and extends to the most passionate melody. In my heart, you are not only a green island where I can rest, but also a red cloud that makes me step on the beat. No matter the countless failures and successes of mountains, rivers, valleys, fields, trails and the sea, October is more fulfilling! Motherland ... for whom is the crown of October worn? On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the drums of harvest. I recall the historical sounds carved on white marble, and my thoughts have changed. How can the mountains and rivers in Wan Li not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? ! Qian Fan and I celebrated the rising October by singing. My motherland has become a flock of white doves flying high, and they are constantly trembling ... Motherland, you have gone through an extraordinary 57 years, like a baby growing into a prime of life. Today, you are full of vigor and vitality. You have had hardships and laughter. After 57 years, tomorrow will be better. You have won the respect of the world. Now you are working hard and entering the new century. Today, in this festive festival, I sincerely say to you, hello, motherland! Second, my motherland, towering peaks, majestic peaks overlooking the history of wind and rain, dusk, let the wind and clouds pass by. The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years. My motherland, the river is rushing, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves hit the canyon, which has experienced many ups and downs of fate. My motherland is vast in territory and abundant in natural resources, with beautiful scenery and splendid traditional culture. The sun sets in the desert, the moon is drunk with lotus flowers, and there are still many splendid civilizations shining on the vast land. Thirdly, I am proud that I come from China, and I have a pair of black eyes like jewels among countless blue eyes and red eyes. I am proud that I am from China! In countless white skin and black skin, I have yellow skin like the earth, I am proud, I come from China! I come from China-the Loess Plateau is my chest, the Yellow River is my boiling blood, the Great Wall is my raised arm, and Mount Tai is my standing heel. I'm from China-my ancestors walked out of the forest first, and my ancestors started farming first. I am a descendant of compass and printing, and I am a descendant of pi and seismograph. In my nation, there are not only immortal Confucius, Sima Qian, Li Zicheng and Sun Yat-sen in history, but also immortal Mulan, Lin Daiyu, the Monkey King and Lu in the history of literature. I come from China-there are not only Changbai Mountain and Huangshan Jinsong, but also the tradition of Jinggangshan and Yan 'an spirit! I come from China-my voice is as thick as the Yellow River. I not only resounded in the building of the United Nations, but also loudly expressed China's comments and shouted "China scores" at the Olympic Games. When applause raised the five-star red flag to the blue sky, I was proud, I came from China! I come from China-my arms are as big as the Great Wall, and I not only drill the drill pipe into the center of the earth that foreigners predict that oil can't reach; We will also send communication satellites to white clouds that our ancestors never dreamed of; Five continents listen to the East, and I am proud that I am from China! I'm from China, and I'm a descendant of the murals in the Mogao Grottoes. Let the flying murals walk with us. I'm Tian Fei, and Tian Fei is us. I am proud, I come from China!