As for the poems about loving the motherland, the shorter the better, the more poems.

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 masks the desolation of the Gobi Desert.

I like your country 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.

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 great national flag.

It represents the direction of the people.