Poetry praising national unity

Friends, praise the Yellow River! The Yellow River, with its heroism, appeared in Yuan Ye, Asia; It shows the spirit of our nation: great and powerful! Here, we celebrate the Yellow River. I stood on the top of a high mountain and watched the Yellow River roll eastward. Tao Jin is surging, setting off a huge wave; Turbid flow turns around and forms a zigzag chain; Run from the foot of Kunlun Mountain to the edge of the Yellow Sea, and split the Central Plains in two. Ah! Yellow River! You are the cradle of our nation! Five thousand years of ancient culture originated from you; How many heroic stories are staged around you! Ah! Yellow River! You are great and strong, appearing on the Asian plain like a giant, and you have built the barrier of our nation with your heroic body. Ah! Yellow River! You pour down thousands of feet, majestic, and thousands of iron arms extend to the north and south sides. The great spirit of our nation will be cultivated and carried forward by you! The heroic sons and daughters of our motherland will follow your example and be as great and strong as you! As great and strong as you! I am proud, I come from China. Among countless blue eyes and red eyes, I have a pair of black eyes like jewels. I am proud, I come 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! Lovely motherland, you hold the rudder of the new century, and you have created miracles that shocked the world with speed and strength. You have achieved another more brilliant development with diligence and wisdom! Motherland, motherland, you will always be full of hope, motherland, motherland, you will always be full of vitality! Poems praising the motherland-motherland, my dear motherland, my dear motherland, I am an old waterwheel worn by your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years, I am a miner's lamp with black forehead, you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a withered ear of rice; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You nurtured the scarred * * *, considerate me, boiling me. Then get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-my dear motherland responder: trivial-probation period level 1 9- 17 22: 16 praise the motherland poem 1: autumn wind blows! 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? ! The rising October competes with my singing in Qian Fan. My motherland has become a flock of high-flying white doves, vibrating and trembling ... motherland, my dear motherland, I am an old waterwheel on your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years. I am a miner's lamp on your forehead, and you are groping in the tunnel of history. I am a withered ear of rice; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You have fed me a scarred * * *, which is very considerate. Then get your abundance, your glory and the autumn wind from my flesh and blood! 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! I/am your brand-new ideal, just broke free from the mythical spider web; 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! Your freedom-motherland, my dear motherland.