1, author of Qinyuanchun National Day-Anonymous.
Wan Li has clear skies, magnificent mountains and rivers, and red flags flying.
Look at Kyushu Fiona Fang and celebrate the world; Rivers sing, fragrant everywhere.
Social stability, people's happiness, a new chapter in the spectrum of reform and opening up
Like the dragon of the world, New China stands tall in the East.
Today's glory depends on the direction of the party, government and national policies.
Looking back on the eventful years, life is ruined; There are many difficulties for the people, but the night is endless.
Bullets, risk one's life for a new red sun.
Cherish it and let the rivers and mountains go red forever.
2. The author of long live the motherland is anonymous.
The salute shook the world, and the five-star red flag was like rosy clouds.
The glorious course attracted worldwide attention, and China's reform blossomed.
Today, the blueprint will be displayed again, and the glory will be better than in the past.
The whole country is in full bloom, and I wish the motherland a thousand years.
3. Fu-Anonymous, author of Five Laws of National Day.
Autumn is fruitful and the earth is dazzling with rainbows.
China's birthday is sung, and dragons are everywhere.
Horseshoe treads on the old world, and the sun and the moon change into the new dynasty.
Standing in the east wind, the red flag is floating in the universe.
Ancient poems expressing patriotism;
"Spring Hope" Tang Du Fu.
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
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.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Translation:
Autumn in Beijing is just like mountains and rivers, and the urban areas are overgrown with weeds in spring.
I am worried and sad, but I will cry when I see the flowers bloom. It pains me to leave my family.
The war has not stopped in March, and the letters from home are precious and can be worth thousands of dollars.
I only scratch my head when I am depressed and upset, so that my white hair is sparse and I can't insert it.