Ancient poems describing the development and changes of the motherland

1. Ancient poems and sentences about the changes of the motherland

Poetry about the change of the motherland 1. Poetry about the change of the motherland

★ A 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! ★ Praise for the Motherland 2 ★: "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/feed me lost, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! ★ Psalm 3 ★: My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing a splendid journey 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. Bearing the footsteps of history, the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland with passion-here I am in 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 future of the motherland is better, the future of the world is better and the future of mankind is better. 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 celebrated the rising October, and my singing turned my motherland into a flock of doves flying high.

2. Help me write a poem about the change of the motherland.

my motherland

Mountains and rivers crossed by the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.

China is brilliant everywhere.

Brilliant journey

Like a golden lamp

The lights lit up the sailing sails.

my motherland

You use your intelligent soul

Lead the public.

Open up a broad road.

Let the motherland be as beautiful as flowers.

Describe the magnificence of the East.

my motherland

A motherland as beautiful as a flower

From your soul

From your blueprint

Reading the burning soul

The hardships of opening up a brilliant tomorrow

my motherland

From the border to the coast

Have your charming beauty.

I have a simple feeling.

Send all your feelings to a distant place.

May the motherland be more prosperous and strong.

my motherland

Yellow River, Yangtze River, Great Wall

Cast ancient rivers and mountains.

Reform, opening up and development

Light up the world's vision

I am proud of the glory of my motherland.

my motherland

Dawn sun

Hold a firm belief

Surge of fighting spirit

Become eternal persistence

Create a better tomorrow

Great motherland

The cradle of oriental civilization

Like a Mercedes-Benz train.

Facing the dawn of the century

Keep burning faith

Run towards a more brilliant future

3. Ancient poems and sentences about the motherland

Join the army (choose one)

Don Wang Changling

There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

Take it out of the plug (select one) ★

Don Wang Changling

It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.

Fewer years (select one)

Don

This army later became the "general" of the Han Dynasty and began a battle with the general Yu Yang. Who knows the pain of not going to the border, even if you are killed, you still have a chivalrous fragrance.

Liu, the judge of Wuwei School, marched on Qixi.

Tang Censhen

Volcano in May, few pedestrians. Seeing his horse dying like a bird, everyone defended the camp and the horn sounded Hu Hao.

He Zhangfu filmed a song ★

Don Lu Lun

That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.

Fewer years (select one)

Tang Linghu Chu

Bow back, bright sword, first frost, autumn wind and sunshine, I don't want to look back at my hometown until I receive the land in Hehuang, Tian Zi.

Summer sentences ★

Song liqing Zhao

Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.

peony

Song chenyuyi

It has been ten years since the rulers trampled on the land of the motherland. Looking back at Luoyang, my hometown, the road is so long. Years have made me old. Today, I am alone, wandering on the green pier by the spring breeze stream and enjoying the blooming peony.

Shower

Song luyou

I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

Qiao Zhou

Fan Song Chengda

North and south of the state bridge is Tianjie, and the elders wait to drive back year after year. When exactly did the Sixth Army come?

Entering Huaihe River for the first time (select one)

Song Yang Wanli

The ship left the shore of Hongze Lake, and after crossing the Huaihe River, it became very bad. Why is the mulberry stem far away, and the north of the middle stream is the horizon.

Ti Lin Andy

Song Lin Sheng

When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.

Du Fu's "Spring Hope": "Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation is spring. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. I stroke my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. "

Lin Sheng Lin 'an House Title: "When will the West Lake Song and Dance be closed?" . Warm winds make tourists drunk and Hangzhou a continent. "

Random thoughts on Lu You's Autumn Night Out of the Hedge Gate: "Three Wan Li rivers are crowded with people, and five thousand still climb skyscrapers. The tears of the adherents are all in the dust, and I hope that Julian Waghann will grow for another year. "

Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Ocean: "After hard work, there are few stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a glowing heart. "

Yu Qian's Ode to Lime: "A thousand hammers chisel out of the mountain, and if the fire burns, it will be idle. I am not afraid of being smashed, I want to remain innocent in the world. "

Gong Zizhen's Miscellaneous Work in the Sea (V): "I am far worried, the sun is setting, and the whip points to the end of the world. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective. "

Li Qingzhao's "Summer quatrains": "Life is a hero, and death is a ghost hero. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. "

Lu You's "Shizi": "When you die, you know that everything is empty, and you see Kyushu's sorrow. Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Nai Weng. "

Yu Qian's Ode to Lime: "A thousand hammers chisel out of the mountain, and if the fire burns, it will be idle. I am not afraid of being smashed, I want to remain innocent in the world. "

Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems" (No.5): "The sorrowful sun is setting, and the whip points to the horizon. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective. "

4. Poems about the Changes of the Motherland

Recommend my beloved—

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!

5. Poems describing the vast territory of the motherland

1. The cock crows all over the world-Tang's To the Restaurant

2. How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven and how close the moon is to the water! -Don Meng Haoran's Sleeping on the Jiande River.

3. The wild sand beach is clean, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the autumn is crisp, and the bright moon is in the sky-(Southern Song Dynasty) Xie Lingyun's First Visit to the County.

4. The sky is grey, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows grass and the cattle and sheep are low-(Northern Qi Dynasty) the folk song "Chile Song" in the Northern Dynasty.

5. One person is above ten thousand people-Tang Li Bai's road to Shu.

6. You can never get tired of seeing the green hills. How long have you been interested in running water? -Tang Qian qi "East Pavilion Banquet".

7. The river floats, and the mountain looks like a jade hairpin —— in "Sending a letter to Dr. Qiannan Prefecture with Nanyin characters"

8. Castle Peak can't be covered, after all, it flows eastward-Bodhisattva Man by Song Xin Qiji. Book "Jiangxi stoma wall"

9. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky. -Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"

10. This river spans the heavens and the earth, with and without mountains-Wei's Han River Manman

1 1. The mountain is even better, the cloud goes to the mountain like a picture, the mountain is bright because of the cloud, and the cloud * * * competes with the mountain-Yuan. Zhang's "Two-tone Wild Goose Fall to Win"

12. The green hills on both sides of the strait look at each other and sail alone-watching Tianmen Mountain by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

13. Looking horizontally, the ridge edge becomes a peak, and the distance is different. -Stone "Title Xilin Wall"

14. There is no way for mountains and heavy waters to return to doubt, and there is another village-Lu Songyou's "Tour Shanxi Village"

15. Protecting the field with one water will be surrounded by green, and two mountains will be lined up to send green-Wang Song Anshi's "Mr. Yin Shu Hu Wall"

16. Scattered into the Qi, Chengjiang is as quiet as practice-(Southern Dynasties) Qi Xie article "Going to Wangjing Town in the Late Three Mountains"

17. Cloudy and foggy, Yueyang City is shrouded in fog-Tang Meng Haoran's Message from Dongting.

18. How does the water of the Yellow River leave the sky and enter the sea forever?-Tang Li Bai's "Into the Wine"

19. Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days-Tang Libai's "Looking at Lushan Waterfall"

20. Sailing alone in the sky, the Yangtze River flows in the sky-Tang Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.

2 1. The water is bright and sunny, the mountains are empty and rainy-the rain after drinking Chuqing Lake.

6. What are the poems about the rapid development of the motherland?

1 The motherland is the Oriental Pearl, the soaring dragon in Asia and the rising sun in Ran Ran on the horizon. The motherland is in your heart and in mine.

In my heart, in everyone's heart in China.

60 years' efforts have made backwardness a thing of the past. After 60 years of hard work, Spring will stay in China forever.

3 A Jiazi and the country have made great efforts to build a well-off society, and the people of China have painted a harmonious blueprint for 60 years.

The 60-year construction process has been fruitful, and the road to entrepreneurship in the new century has a bright future.

China is taking off like a dragon. May you fly higher and higher, shine with the sun and the moon, live forever like a star, and shine like a star.

Sixty years ago, New China was born in the east of the world. In 60 years, China will be at the top of the world!

What a heroic poem it is to catch turtles in five oceans in nine days on a month! We all did it, Shenzhou VII, the Olympics, the Chinese nation.

Created one miracle after another.

The rising sun and auspicious clouds are competing everywhere, and everything is magnificent in the spring breeze and rain.

1980 years later, we personally experienced the brilliant achievements of 30 years of reform and opening up, and we lamented that the motherland was strong.

7. Poetry about the change of the motherland

8. Poems of Great Changes in the Motherland

Motherland, I walk on your land in silence. I swim in your river with the steps you gave me. I use the memory you gave me about my motherland. I open my eyes without words and listen to your voice attentively. The morning is the morning of Song Ci, the evening is the evening of Tang Poetry, the rain lane is the rain lane of Chu, and the wind and waves are the wind and waves of the North. The ancient trees in Xuanyuan stand up, and the Great Wall is also the territory of indomitable spirit and ancestors. You are a mother. I don't need to say thank you for being my lover. Makes me feel warm. I read ancient Greek philosophy, French theory, bricks on the White House lawn, Marx's beard, Edison's lamp, Whitman's straw hat. God's fingers cannot change my body. This is China's body. My ancestors and family breathed the air of China and drank the sweet spring of China. My blood vessels are exploding. Confucius' wisdom, Qu Yuan's grief and indignation, Wen Tianxiang's justice, we spin cotton, we draw nets to fish, and die of old age on any mountain you choose from generation to generation. Wandering in any of your grasslands, crying, crying, happy, beautiful men falling in love, singing, writing, dating, spending the four seasons in the shadow of their ancestors. The pain of China's history is the pain and shame of the people of China and the shame of the people of China. China Cultural Dictionary is a national dictionary idiom as well as an idiom of China. We paint ink on rice paper, paint on porcelain, treat guests with tea, exchange kindness for kindness, value harmony and carry forward with heavy load are our ancient allusions. People are our eternal heroes. There is a day when the Yellow River will never dry up, and there is no thin seal of Mount Tai. When life disappears in your history like a meteor, I will dedicate all my love to my motherland. I don't need words! 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 motherland has read the burning soul from your spirit and the hardships of opening up a brilliant tomorrow. My motherland has your charming beauty from the frontier to the coast, and I will be full of affection with simple emotions. I wish the motherland more prosperity. 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 oriental civilization of the great motherland is like a Mercedes-Benz train, facing the dawn of the century with burning faith and heading for a more brilliant future. At the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland with passion-here I am song for you, the motherland-you are the confluence of the source of civilization accumulated in a thousand years of history, you are the waterfall of the snow-covered Yellow River Hukou in Tianshan Mountain, you are dignified, deep, broad and broad, the rivers are your breath, the boiling ocean is your blood, you are the theme of my life world and all the motherland, and the motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, yes. It is a sail that sails through the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and forge ahead. The avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is bursting with 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. Throughout the ages, you know very well that your kindness and love for Ingner are unwavering. Defending green and peace, 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 future of the motherland will be better, the future of the world will be better, and the future of mankind will be better. 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 gorgeous life. The first October is always like tears, full of echoes and China's voice extending through your heart to the most enthusiastic surge. 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 celebrated the rising October, and my singing turned my motherland into a flock of flying white doves, vibrating and vibrating.