Poetry in praise of the motherland, to be a little longer

★Poetry in praise of the motherland I★:

Oh the pleasant autumn wind! Blowing, blowing!

I want to praise the flowers of my motherland

I want to praise my flower-like motherland!

Please blow my words into a cluster of flowers,

Yellow on a gold background, white on a jade background, green on a spring brewing background, purple on an autumn mountain background,

...... and then blow them all away again,

blowing the fallen flowers in a colorful way, filling up the high sky and spreading over the earth!

★Poetry in Praise of the Motherland II★:

"The Motherland, My Dear Motherland"

I/I am your new ideal,

fresh from the cobwebs of myths

I/I am the germ of the ancient lotus under the snowy blanket of yours

I/I am the smiley swirls of the tears in your eyes

I/I/I am the newly brushed out/the snowy starting line

I/I/I/I/I/I/I/I/I/I/I/I/I/I am the newest of all the poems. The snowy starting line;

It is the / scarlet dawn

that is / erupting;

- O motherland!

I am / one of your one billionth part,

the / sum of your nine million six hundred thousand squares;

You / with scarred breasts

fed

the confused, the thoughtful, the seething me;

then / from my flesh and blood

go to gain

your bounty, your glory, your freedom;

- O Motherland,

My dear/ Motherland!

★Poem in Praise of the Motherland III★:

My Motherland

The Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers

The Divine Continent everywhere shows a splendid

brilliant journey

Like golden lamps

Rays of light illuminate the sails of the distant voyage

My Motherland

You with a wise soul <

Led the masses

To blaze a broad path

To make the motherland flowery

To depict the splendor of the Orient

My motherland

Floral motherland

From your spirit

From your blueprints

Reading the soul of the burning

My motherland

With a wise soul

You have led the people

To blaze a broad path

My motherland

From the border to the coast

There is your enchanting beauty

I carry simple feelings

I send my deep feelings

Wish my motherland to be more prosperous

My motherland

The Yellow River, the Yangtze River, and the Great Wall

Has forged the ancient rivers and mountains

Reform, openness and development

Light up the vision of the world

I am proud of the splendor of my motherland

My motherland

Dawn-like sun

Holds the firm conviction

Turns the surging fighting spirit

into the everlasting perseverance

Creates the more beautiful Tomorrow

The great motherland

The cradle of oriental civilization

Like a running train

Greeting the dawn of the century

Raising the burning faith

Running towards a more glorious future

★Poetry in praise of the motherland IV★:

Ode to the Motherland

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The years carry the footsteps of history

The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization

Walking at the beginning of the century I

Think of the motherland, full of enthusiasm

Motherland--

Here

I sing for you

Motherland, motherland--

You are the accumulation of a thousand years of history

The confluence of sources of civilization

And you are the source of the Yellow River, the Hukou, and the Koukou.

You are the waterfall at the mouth of the Yellow River

The snow that spreads over the Tianshan Mountains

You are heavy and deep

Broad and vast

The mighty river is your nostrils

The boiling ocean is your blood

You are the theme of the world

Everything in my life

Motherland, O Motherland!

You are the cry of the Tiananmen Square

The burning flame of socialism

You are the clarion call of the people's revolution

A sail that rides the wind and the waves

You are strong and self-confident

Progressive and edgy

The grand blueprint of socialism is alive and well. You are the creator of the world

The practitioner of socialism

Motherland, motherland--

You are the spring breeze on the shore of the South China Sea

A touch of wind in the village of Luohu.

You are a railroad track on the Tibetan Plateau

A set of derricks in the Tarim oil field

You are a visionary

Admirable

The dramatic change in a small fishing village is proof of your boldness

The smiles on the faces of the people are a testament to your greatness

Motherland

You have created life

Transforming the world

Motherland, motherland--

You are the flag of world peace

The messenger of progress of human civilization

You are the champion of truth

The warrior of truth

You are the warrior of the world. You are the warrior who defends the truth

The mother who nurtures her children

You are upright and loving

Strong and kind

The people of the world marvel at your heart

The children of China are grateful for your motherly love

Motherland-

You soothe the wounds of mankind in the fire of war

The people of the world are grateful for your motherly love. The wounds of mankind in the fire of war

Send the dawn of peace

Motherland, motherland--

You have walked through a thousand years of history, spanning the world's civilization

You are clear for thousands of years and are determined to live for the life of Integral

You are merciful and fraternal, defending greenness and peace. Peace

We are proud to be your sons and daughters

We are proud to have such a motherland

Motherland -

We are with you

Your sons and daughters firmly believe that

Motherland is better tomorrow

The world is better than ever.

Better tomorrow for the world

Better tomorrow for mankind

★Poetry in praise of the motherland V★:

O motherland! This poetic name

Pervades every season of your life

It was a white dove in the blue sky

Waking up the first morning of October

Ah! My country, I have loved you too much for too long ......

Oh, October! My motherland

Give me a torch

I'll follow in your footsteps

Let every dream drip with sweetness

Let all singing throats be drenched with golden notes

Liming in your day-

Please spread a sky full of colorful sunshine for me

I'm going to wake up to the first morning of October for you.

I want to breathe eternal life into your Weiweiwei

The first October is always an echo like a tear falling from a flower

The sound of **** and the country's footsteps walks through your heart

Stretching to the most exciting melody

In my heart, you're not just a green island to rest on

You're a red cloud for me to ascend to the rhythm.

Mountains, valleys, fields, paths, seas

Countless failures and successes have made October fuller

Ah! Motherland ......

For whom is October's crown worn?

On the first morning of October, in front of Tiananmen Square

I felt the afterglow of danggui and the vibration of harvest drums

I recalled those historical voices on the alabaster carvings

Thoughts have been transformed

Flying clouds

Ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains

How could they not inculcate in me a fine character and integrity?

The rising month of October has set a thousand sails in motion

And my song, my motherland

has transformed into a flock of soaring doves

To be immortalized

In the battlefield to kill the enemy

The battlefield to kill the enemy

pervades every season of your life

The white dove in the blue sky

wakes up the first morning of October

Ah! My country, I have loved you too much for too long ......

Oh, October! My motherland

Give me a torch

I'll follow in your footsteps

Let every dream drip with sweetness

Let all singing throats be drenched with golden notes

Liming in your day-

Please spread a sky full of colorful sunshine for me

I'm going to wake up to the first morning of October for you.

I want to breathe eternal life into your Weiweiwei

The first October is always an echo like a tear falling from a flower

The sound of **** and the country's footsteps walks through your heart

Stretching to the most exciting melody

In my heart, you're not just a green island to rest on

You're a red cloud for me to ascend to the rhythm.

Mountains, valleys, fields, paths, seas

Countless failures and successes have made October fuller

Ah! Motherland ......

For whom is October's crown worn?

On the first morning of October, in front of Tiananmen Square

I felt the afterglow of danggui and the vibration of harvest drums

I recalled those historical voices on the alabaster carvings

Thoughts have been transformed

Flying clouds

Ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains

How could they not inculcate in me a fine character and integrity?

The rising October has set a thousand sails

And my singing, my motherland

Materializes into a flock of soaring doves

Vibrating quills

......

Motherland, my beloved motherland

I am the worn-out old waterwheel on the edge of your river

I am the old waterwheel on the edge of your river

What is the meaning of this song? I am the worn-out old waterwheel on your river

spinning a weary song for centuries

I am the smoky lamp on your forehead

shining on you as you snail through the tunnels of history

I am the parched sheaf of rice, the disrepair of the roadbed

the barge on the silted beach

strangling the fiber rope deep into your shoulders

The motherland!

I am the poverty

I am the sorrow

I am the hope of your grandfathers and grandmothers

The painful hope

The flower on the sleeve of the Flying Sky

which has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years

- O Motherland! - O motherland

I am your new ideals

fresh from the cobwebs of myth

I am the germ of the ancient lotus under the blanket of snow

I am your smiling nest of tears

I am the freshly-painted, snow-white starting line

a scarlet dawn

that is erupting

- O motherland

I am the flower that hasn't fallen to the ground for thousands of years.

-- O Motherland

I am one billionth of you

the sum of your 9.6 million squares

You feed

the confused me, the deep-thinking me, the seething me

with your bruised breasts

then from my flesh and blood

To obtain

Your abundance, your glory, your freedom

-- O motherland

My dear motherland

"Nian Nujiao - Stranger in the City"

The flyover looks far away, and I can see the people and the cars and the number of remnants of the flute.

The moon is becoming clearer where the clouds have passed over the miles of sky.

The high buildings, the sky and the smoke, a clear autumn blue.

The earthly paradise is not comparable to the heavenly one.

It's a good idea to take a walk down the street and look around, but I'm not sure if I've ever found a friend.

The lights are out and the people are all on their own, so I don't know what day or night it will be!

It's cold and quiet, and I've looked back a few times, but I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to make it.

Outside the concert hall, the sound of the piano breaks the sadness.

The motherland is in my heart

Drifting along the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, from the riverside of "Kankandai Trespassing" in the Book of Songs to the Chu River and Han River in the History of the Jinjiao Tiema, and from the "Commentary on the Classic of Waters" of Li Daoyuan to the "Great River East" of Su Dongpo, the most important of all, the most important of all. From Li Daoyuan's "Water Classic" to Su Dongpo's "Going East of the Yangtze River", I see the motherland pulsating on the Tibetan Plateau; I see the motherland undulating on the high slopes of the loess; I see the motherland with fireworks, thousands of sails competing, and hundreds of barges competing for the flow of the motherland; and I see the motherland with the peaks leaping and the plains running, and the long river whipping.

Climbing on the bells and tripods full of oracle bones, read the spirit of the motherland's childhood; on the Great Wall full of beacons, read the bravado of the motherland's youth; on the earth full of poetry and science, read the maturity of the motherland's prime ......

I want to say and do not want to say that, I have seen the weakness of the motherland, in the charred ruins of Yuanmingyuan, I look at the motherland, the motherland is the most important thing to me. In the charred ruins of the Yuanmingyuan, I see the motherland is a puddle of blood; in Deng Shichang brave "Zhiyuan ship", I see the motherland is a ball of fire. But my motherland has not sunk. In the eastern part of Asia, it has taken the mountains and the sea in its broad arms, and has taken the children of the Yellow Emperor in its embrace, and has repaired the broken years with thatched grass and earthen bricks, and has fed the hungry life with wild vegetables and thin gruel. Mr. Zhongshan, in the dark of the night began to plan the strategy of governance, Mao Zedong, in the barren land, to support the flesh and bones of the nation; Deng Xiaoping, to the vicissitudes of the pupil dilated, to guide the disaster-prone motherland, from the century's stormy and magical walk!

Following the source of the Yellow River and Yangtze River, drifting down the river, crossing the Hukou, breaking through the Guandong, walking through the Three Gorges, running to the sea. In the Hexi Corridor, the North China Plain, I look at the motherland's richness and vastness, look at the motherland thousands of miles of horse-like day and night beyond; in the Yangtze River Delta, the Pearl River Delta, look at the motherland sublime and lofty, look at the motherland's prosperity neon lights flashing day and night, brilliant as the Milky Way ......

To give me skin color of the motherland, to give me the motherland of wisdom and boldness. Although in the countryside, there are still dropout children longing for the eyes; although in the towns, there are still laid-off women workers helplessly complaining, but I know that there is more of a wave of reform iterative, breaking through the old concepts, the old system of restraint, ushering in the new century majestic sunrise!

This is a new motherland in addition to the old. This is a boiling rising motherland; this is a motherland in the sky. My words into a history, my words can be composed of a river of stars, but said the most emotional sentence, is - take off the motherland, the motherland auspicious, auspicious motherland.

Motherland in my heart

In the climb of the oracle bones on the bells and tripods, read the spirit of the motherland's childhood; in the Great Wall covered with beacons, read the youth of the motherland's bravado; in the decorated with poetry and science on the earth, read the motherland's maturity of the prime of life ......

I would like to say and do not want to say that, I have also seen I have also seen the weakness of the motherland, in the Yuanmingyuan charred ruins, I see the motherland is a puddle of blood; in Deng Shichang brave "Zhiyuan ship", I see the motherland is a ball of fire. But my motherland did not sink, in the eastern part of Asia, with a broad arm, pulling up the mountains and the sea, taking the yellow children in their arms, repairing the broken years with thatch and earth bricks, and feeding the hungry life with wild vegetables and gruel. Mr. Zhongshan, in the dark of the night began to plan the strategy of governance, Mao Zedong, in the barren land, to support the flesh and bones of the nation; Deng Xiaoping, to the vicissitudes of the pupil dilated, to guide the disaster-prone motherland, from the century's stormy and magical walk!