A modern short poem describing the great motherland 1: my motherland, my motherland, the motherland on the back of a cow.
Dewdrops rolled in the green rice fields, and fingertips rose in the morning glow.
Keywords rose red, rape yellow, Robinia pseudoacacia white,
Talking about my motherland.
Long night, breathe evenly, ah, my motherland.
My motherland is bent like a full moon. You play the string, I sing.
We sing, we sing.
Dewdrops, clouds, birds, cattle and sheep among bamboo leaves.
A little turning point is the dawn of men in Yi Tian.
In the smoke, people grow sturdily.
Waves wash away heroes, and literati write poems about spring flowers and autumn moon.
Red-faced man in sorghum field
Wujin shines, molten steel runs, we sing, we sing.
Workers wielding hammers.
In October, Beijing dialect is full of gongs and drums.
A boat, a bride in red makeup, passed by the green village.
Children are like raindrops, running on the playground of hope.
The dawn of dawn illuminates the eyes of the East.
This is my motherland,
The motherland that holds me tightly in her arms.
Motherland, you are a more beautiful theme than autumn.
Motherland, you are a copper suona louder than the sun.
A modern short poem describing the great motherland 2: The motherland of freehand brushwork in autumn and October, in the rotation of sunflower.
I saw my motherland:
Mature and steady motherland, positive motherland.
The pure and innocent motherland is graceful. homeland
Standing in the long river of years, I am proud of my motherland in first frost.
Artistic conception of Tang poetry and Song poetry
The fiery red maple leaves ignited the excitement of ink painting.
Hongyan flapped her wings and wrote the vast calligraphy of China.
Hold on to most of life.
The bumper harvest of rice in October brought joy to the motherland.
The motherland in freehand brushwork
In the vast wind, spread out the vast flight.
The wave of reform and opening up
The whole body is stirring with the blood of China people.
With the hope of the nation, gallop the horse of conscience.
Galloping in the fertile fields of the motherland, my motherland.
The flame of longing and fantasy is becoming the drum of a flurry.
Ah, the motherland in pen and ink
Echoing the heartbeat of1300 million people,
Freehand brushwork, swaying into a million lights running together.
The pride of the Chinese nation
It could be wind, thunder, electricity, light,
On the grass covered with dew.
A handsome boy, chasing endless time.
Modern short poem 3 describing the great motherland: the wind of the motherland blows the line, and the rain and dew of the Millennium play with flying flowers.
The fate of sleeping in the heavy rain
Grasping the songs in the country, the bamboo forest woke up.
One thousand and one dreams are brewing in the blood of the motherland.
Dreams nourish the heartbeat,
Sweat and flying faith build a railway on cicada singing.
The motherland in the bronze mirror was saved by the flame.
Starlight and insects sing, a grain of sentiment.
Love and sorrow of an ancient civilization
The motherland advancing in despair
The moonlight brightened the waist.
It cultivates the myth of becoming a butterfly, the fragrance of golden wheat fields and earth.
The feathers of a beautiful peacock
You use lyrical dimples to store smiles.
China's poems have been ringing in the wind for thousands of years.
Ask the wine about the clarity of the sky
In October, it was harvested by Qian Qian's ten thousand arms.
October with divine light.
In the cool evening, sand is like a golden seed, and snow is like a silver motherland.
The Motherland Singing "Dongfanghong" in Symphony
Twenty-four Bridge Moonlit Guazhou Ancient Capital
The Motherland of Pipa Suona Guzheng Playing Moonlit Night on the Spring River
The flowing Yangtze River, Yellow River, Huangshan Mountain and the Great Wall.
The motherland wrapped in this thread, in my heart forever.
A modern short poem describing the great motherland 4: Grateful for the motherland, the sky is high.
The blue sky is rising.
Solidified sunshine faces the vast sea in the east.
The crisp thunder falls in spring.
Describe the spring breeze of reform and opening up
Steep heart, lifted by the sea magnificent life.
A helmsman who braved the rapids in the storm.
This is my motherland.
A motherland that knows how to be grateful even for a drop of water.
A handful of loess also knows the warm motherland.
365 days a year, day and night attachment.
Every thought warms my heart.
A motherland that inherits virtues over and over again.
The motherland in the Book of Songs,
With dignity, the motherland flying five-star red flag in the south wind.
Looking for sunshine in the jungle of the earth
Blown away by the strong wind, collected by the white hair of the motherland.
A wanderer blown back by the wind
The peach blossoms in the twilight are still there.
The motherland runs in the body with idealism.
Time flies and sweat splashes.
The wind blows the earth, and thousands of miles of rape flowers cheer for the motherland.
Is bending over to listen to the echo of the earth.
It is the wind that is catching up with the pace of reform and opening up.
With dignity and affection, it has raised the motherland with high hopes.
The motherland where sickles and hammers complement each other.
The sunshine drove away the night and fatigue, and brought the flame of reform.
The spring rain outside the window is getting bigger and bigger.
On this tearful morning, I looked up at my grateful motherland.