Modern Poetry Celebrating National Day

Modern poems celebrating the National Day are as follows:

First, I am the color of China blood in your fertile land.

It's a nation where you feed on whole grains. It's bred by a generation of Changjiang Dai water, with yellow skin and black eyes.

Your spine and bones, your tall and straight trunk, your red blood, and your distinctive melody.

Your smile, coupled with your tears, has a happy, simple and heavy sound quality.

I am the brightest fiber on your flag1300 million.

I am the dust in the deepest part of your vast heart.

I am1300 million of the most powerful notes in your high-pitched national anthem.

I am the 1.3 billion golden ear wheat in your autumn when the valley is full in October.

I am your supporter from all directions in trouble, with 1.3 billion warm hearts.

Second, the triumphant song was played and the good news came. Children in China celebrate their birthdays.

Magnificent mountains and rivers make the country rich and the people strong. Spring is everywhere in China.

The great changes in 74 years have warmed people's hearts. A harmonious society is full of spring gardens.

Prospering the country through science and technology has achieved fruitful results. The motherland is evergreen for thousands of years.

Water adjustment, eleven feelings? There is no sunshine, only the national anthem.

Seventy-four years later, I dreamed of Han and Qin Dynasties.

But watching Qionglou Yuyu, singing and dancing everywhere, is passed down from generation to generation.

This pipa-intolerant girl is still in Jiang Xun.

The moonlight has faded, and Li Hua is ashamed of danger.

Chang' an is hard to stop, with a gun on his lips.

Let bygones be bygones. Mo Wen will share life and death in this life.

Third, the motherland, mother!

At this moment of national celebration, we in song for you. Praise our beautiful motherland. Praise our great mother! Mom, I'm proud of you.

The 5,000-year-old culture of Chinese descendants has flowed into the long river of history and will always reverberate in my chest.

Motherland, I am proud of you. In this magical land of the Chinese nation, dazzling miracles have sprouted again and again.

The giant pen of history will write your glory in the new century!

Mom, today is your birthday.

When we look up at the bright five-star red flag, how can we not help song for you?

Sing about this day, this land, this water, spring breeze, summer rain, autumn fruit and winter snow, as well as kind and brave people.

Every hymn belongs to you, the great motherland!