Poetry in praise of the motherland is best accompanied by the song <Great China>.

When the brilliant sunlight jumps out of the blue waves of the East China Sea,

The Pamir Plateau is still glittering with stars;

When the northern country is still a world of silver,

The southern border has long been overflowing with the color of spring.

When the northern country is still a world of silver,

The southern border is already overflowing with the color of spring.

Ah, we love you, China!

We love you ------

Guilin mountains and waters of the clear and handsome,

Hangzhou West Lake of the thick makeup,

Huangshan. Mount Lushan's misty clouds,

The Yangtze River. Yellow River.

We love you ------

The fragrance of Longjing tea,

The simple beauty of Maotai wine,

The smoothness of silk in Jiangnan,

Jingdezhen ceramics of the heavenly craftsmanship.

We love you ------

The moonlight in front of the Dai family's bamboo house,

The towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world,

Tulufan's grapes, Hami's melons,

Sheep on the prairie, camels on the Gobi Bay.

We love you ------

The ancient song played by the bells of the Warring States,

The new song written by the reform and opening up,

The rolling tide of spring surging through the miles of God's country,

The fire of hope ignited on the motherland.

We love you ------

Struggle to write the book of history,

Sweat watering the fruit.

The greatness of the pine tree, the purity of the plum blossom,

the broad-mindedness, the grandeur.

We are proud, we are proud,

We are vigorous, we are pioneering,

You are the strongest of the world's peoples,

We love you, China!

Hello

I love you, motherland, I love you for the tinkling of camel bells

I love you for the Silk Road

I love you for the green shoots of grass

I love you for the pastoral flute in the countryside

I love you for the tall buildings in the city

I love you for the ideal of holding the people to the sun

I love the blue waves of the Yangtze River

It sings the songs of 56 nationalities

I love the waves of the Yellow River

I love the 1.3 billion people

I love the Great Wall

I love its majesty

I love the lofty Yellow Mountains

I love your motherland

I love your motherland.

I love you for the openness of the plateau

I love you for the boldness of the yellow children

I love you for the lushness of the cane forest

I love you for the sweetness of the hearts of millions of people

I love you for the openness of the window

I love you for the flowers of civilization

I love you for the waves of reform

I love you for the waves of reform

I love you for the waves of the world's greatest cities

I love you for your greatness.

I love your intelligent mind

I love your hard-working hands

I love the way you dress up your modernized motherland

I love your great flag

I love the way you represent the direction of the people

I love your colorful sails

I love the way your people are moving forward

I love the way you are moving forward

I love the way your people are moving forward

I love the way your people are moving forward

I love the way your people are moving forward

I love the way your people are moving forward

It is it that makes the ship of the century whistle and sail away!

Motherland, I love you

I love your grass and trees

I love your birds and frogs

I love your mountains and landscapes

I love your towns and villages

I love your flowers and snowy moons

You love your sunny days

Motherland, I love you

It is you that has given me life.

You gave me strength

You gave my longing

a pair of wings to fly

From the lofty plateau

I am a snow lotus on the icebergs

From the island surrounded by blue waves

I am a swallow in the sea breeze

From the vast grasslands

I am a swallow in the sea breeze

I am a swallow in the grasslands

From the vast grasslands

From the vast grasslands

From the vast grasslands

From the vast grasslands

From the vast grasslands

The world of the world, I love you.

I am an eagle soaring under the blue sky

From the loess slopes of the seven gorges and eight beams

I am a tender shandandandan by the Yellow River

Ah! The hope that grows in the land of God,

We are the youth of China!

The nine bends of the Yellow River have taught me not to turn back

The mangy Kunlun has taught me to stand on the ground and reach for the sky

The snowflakes of the north have taught me to be pure

The cotton pads of the south have taught me to be passionate

The hometown of the dragon, the cradle of the nation,

The beautiful mountains and rivers are our home.

To the strong and dignified square characters

To the heroic spirit of "Water Margin" and "Three Kingdoms"

To the song-like and picturesque Tang and Song lyrics

To the sound of the bells at Fengqiao and the smoke in the desert

To my grandmother's songs

To learn to speak in Grandma's songs

The stories of Nuwa and Dayu haunt my ears

To learn to walk in Grandpa's arms

The footprints of Dongzi and Leifeng lead me forward

The children of Yanhuang and the sons and daughters of China

The dark-eyed, yellow-skinned, and unchanged faces of these children.

Duanyang in May, the heart with the dragon boat to catch up with the soul of the poem,

August Mid-Autumn Festival, through the bright full moon to send thoughts.

Ovoo, archery and wrestling, showing the toughness of the small herdsmen,

Holding the huddle, singing and dancing, dedicating to the friend's good wishes.

The beauty of the Orient nourishes the descendants of the Dragon,

and the 5,000-year-old culture is rooted in our hearts.

We remember the virtues of Mother China,

not forgetting the thousands of disasters she has endured.

The Yellow River slenders could not pull the question mark-like body straight,

The ancient bricks of the Great Wall could not stop the shrapnel of foreign artillery.

Ah! It was the starry fire of July, the ships of the South China Sea,

that made the Oriental masters rise up from their nightmares.

The blood of the pioneers revived the frozen earth of a thousand years,

and only then did the divine state show its youthful smile.

"The story of spring" has been heard all over the country,

China! The new picture has been unfolded.

Today, history and the future will be welded by us,

The baton of the times will be passed on to us,

Standing on the new starting line, we answered loudly:

Young people want to write a more brilliant Chinese poem

Not looking forward to the feet of the sunshine Road

Not fantasizing about the head of a bright sunshine sky

Not infatuated with the honeypot warmth of the father and brother give not to forget the "most dangerous times" when the battle cry flies!

To be a ship to break the waves

To be a rocket to propel a spaceship

To be like a sword to cut off poverty

To connect the world with love

Listen to the reedsong and suona blowing together

Look at the swallows and the young eagles flying in tandem

Fifty-six flowers opening up one after another

To decorate a great garden of the motherland

To make the motherland a place to be. The great garden

makes the spirits of our forefathers marvel with pride

Ah! This is my China!

This is the youth of China!

From the lofty plateau

I am a snow lotus on the iceberg

From the treasure island encircled by blue waves

I am a milky swallow in the sea breeze

From the vast grassland

I am a young eagle soaring under the blue sky

From the loess slopes of the seven ravines and eight beams

I am a fresh and tender shandan by the Yellow River

I am a young boy of China. The tender Shandandan by the Yellow River

Ah! The hope that grows in the land of God,

We are the youth of China!

The nine bends of the Yellow River have taught me not to turn back

The mangy Kunlun has taught me to stand on the ground and reach for the sky

The snowflakes of the north have taught me to be pure

The cotton pads of the south have taught me to be passionate

The hometown of the dragon, the cradle of the nation,

The beautiful mountains and rivers are our home.

To the strong and dignified square characters

To the heroic spirit of "Water Margin" and "Three Kingdoms"

To the song-like and picturesque Tang and Song lyrics

To the sound of the bells at Fengqiao and the smoke in the desert

To the song of my grandmother

To the sound of the bells at Fengqiao and the smoke in the desert

To learn to speak in Grandma's songs

The stories of Nuwa and Dayu haunt my ears

To learn to walk in Grandpa's arms

The footprints of Dongzi and Leifeng lead me forward

The children of Yanhuang and the sons and daughters of China

Black eyes and yellow skin, unchanged looks.

Duoyang in May, the heart with the dragon boat to catch up with the spirit of poetry,

August Mid-Autumn Festival, by the bright full moon to send thoughts.

Ovoo, archery and wrestling, showing the toughness of the small herdsmen,

Holding the huddle, singing and dancing, dedicating to the friend's good wishes.

The beauty of the Orient nourishes the descendants of the Dragon,

and the 5,000-year-old culture is rooted in our hearts.

We remember the virtues of Mother China,

and we do not forget the thousands of disasters she has endured.

The Yellow River slenders could not pull the question mark-like body straight,

The ancient bricks of the Great Wall could not stop the shrapnel of foreign artillery.

Ah! It is the starry fire of July, the sailing ships of the South China Sea,

that makes the Oriental masters rise up from the nightmare.

The blood of the pioneers revived the frozen earth of a thousand years,

and only then did the divine state show its youthful smile.

"The story of spring" has been heard all over the country,

China! The new picture has been unfolded.

Today, history and the future will be welded by us,

The baton of the era depends on us,

Standing on the new starting line, we answered loudly:

Young people want to write a more brilliant Chinese poem

Not looking forward to the feet of the sun everywhere

Not fantasizing about the head of a bright sun

Not infatuated with the honeypot warm beds given by the father and brother

Not obsessed with the father and brother. not to forget the "most dangerous times" when the battle cry flies!

To be a ship to break the waves

To be a rocket to propel a spaceship

To be like a sword to cut off poverty

To connect the world with love

Listen to the reedsong and suona blowing together

Look at the swallows and the young eagles flying in tandem

The fifty-six flowers are opening up one after another

Decorating the great gardens of our motherland

To decorate our motherland with thousands of li

Make the spirits of our forefathers marvel with pride

Ah! This is my China!

This is the youth of China

Motherland, I love you

I love your camel bells

I love the Silk Road

I love your green grass buds

It is it that covers the desert of the Gobi Desert and I love your pastoral flute

It is it that scatters colorful notes in all directions

I love your urban skyscrapers

I love you!

I love the blue waves of the Yangtze River

I love the heartfelt songs of the 56 ethnic groups

I love the waves of the Yellow River

I love the way the 1.3 billion people were raised

I love the majesty of the Great Wall

I love the way the Great Wall has lifted up the backbone of the Chinese people

I love the towering Huangshan Mountain

I love the way the Huangshan Mountain has been built. I love the towering Huangshan Mountain

It shows the beauty and dignity of the motherland

I love the openness of your plateau

It reveals the boldness of the yellow children

I love the lushness of your sugarcane forests

Its sweetness penetrates the hearts of hundreds of millions of people

I love the openness of your window

It lets the flowers of civilization vie for fragrance

I love the reform of the Chinese government

I love the openness of the Chinese government

I love your reform wave

It throws off the hat of poverty and backwardness

I love your intelligent mind

It receives the gold medal of the four great inventions

I love your industrious hands

It dresses up your modernized motherland

I love your great flag

It represents the direction of the people's advancement

I love you.

I love your colorful sails

It is it that makes the ship of the century whistle and sail away!

I love you, Motherland

I love your grass and trees

I love your birds and frogs

I love your mountains and rivers

I love your towns and villages

I love your flowers and snowy moons

You love your sunny days

Motherland, I love you

It is you that gave me life

I love you, Motherland

It is you that gave me life

It is you that gave me life

It is you that gave me life

I love you.

It was you who gave me strength

It was you who gave my longing

a pair of wings to fly

Let the wind pass through me

There are still wired like

a river left under the bridge. A few aspens live strong at the head of it

The river passes through the whole mountain town, and the wind

Passes through it, too. I rested on the railing

Looking at the thin river, and also let the wind pass me by.

Combing all over my body, softly passing through all of me.

Enchanting the languid world. The clock and the bowl of my meal

arrive; tugging up my feet and pulling them into the walk

Wind, tearing a piece and putting it on my breath

leaving a sliver for the aspens. I'll take my feet,

Leave my heart right here

Tears weigh down my words

Tears weigh down my words

Can't speak. Unspeakable

has encompassed everything; as if only one word out of tens of thousands

had been struck; as if a bean sprout had been grown

scampered up to old heights; as if a springtime beard had woken up from its sleep

rooted and uprooted. But I know that what she is breaking through at the top is

pale stone, a burgeoning in the stone

Sunshine in this old house is like a new-born baby

happy and cozy. All things if returned to their primal state

Your uncarved bravado and lion-like dominance

Wind and sand polished your silver even more

Your sword-wielding hand seeks the enemy in words

I saw you stand to the heights. Though thou art lowly

Like a speck of dust

In my tear ducts it will grow to spring

The moment that all things on earth are revived, I am the first to see

I bless thee with a smile and with both lips! God,

I wish I were Chinese!

I am Chinese

My great arm, like the Great Wall,

has not only drilled the drill rods of the oil extractors into the center of the earth, where it was predicted that no oil could be struck,

but also sent communication satellites up to the white clouds, where our ancestors had not been even in their dreams.

I wish I were Chinese!

When the five seas listen to the voice of the East,

I am proud to be Chinese.

I am Chinese

I am the heir to the murals of the Mogao Grottoes,

Let the fluttering murals live with us.

I am Flying,

Flying is us.

I am proud, I am a Chinese from the lofty plateau

I am a snow lotus on the iceberg

From the treasure island surrounded by turquoise waves

I am a milky swallow in the sea breeze

From the vast grassland

I am a young eagle soaring under the blue sky

From the loess slopes of the seven gorges and eight beams

From the loess slopes of the seven gorges and eight beams

From the loess slopes of the seven gorges and eight beams

I am an eagle flying under the blue sky

From the loess slopes of the seven gorges and eight beams <

I am the tender Shandandan by the Yellow River

Ah! The hope that grows in the land of God,

We are the youth of China!

The nine bends of the Yellow River have taught me not to turn back

The mangy Kunlun has taught me to stand on the ground and reach for the sky

The snowflakes of the north have taught me to be pure

The cotton pads of the south have taught me to be passionate

The hometown of the dragon, the cradle of the nation,

The beautiful mountains and rivers are our home.

To the strong and dignified square characters

To the heroic spirit of "Water Margin" and "Three Kingdoms"

To the song-like and picturesque Tang and Song lyrics

To the sound of the bells at Fengqiao and the smoke in the desert

To the song of my grandmother

To the sound of the bells at Fengqiao and the smoke in the desert

To learn to speak in my grandmother's songs

The stories of Nuwa and Dayu haunt my ears

To learn to walk in my grandfather's arms

The footprints of Dongzi and Leifeng lead me forward

The children of Yanhuang and the sons and daughters of China

Black eyes and yellow skin, unchanged in their countenance.

Duoyang in May, the heart with the dragon boat to catch up with the soul of the poem,

August Mid-Autumn Festival, through the bright full moon to send thoughts.

Ovoo, archery and wrestling, showing the toughness of the small herdsmen,

Holding a khata, singing and dancing, dedicating to the friend's good wishes.

The beauty of the Orient nourishes the descendants of the Dragon,

and the 5,000-year-old culture is rooted in our hearts.

We remember the virtues of Mother China,

not forgetting the thousands of disasters she has endured.

The Yellow River slenders could not pull the question mark-like body straight,

The ancient bricks of the Great Wall could not stop the shrapnel of foreign artillery.

Ah! It was the starry fire of July, the ships of the South China Sea,

that made the Oriental masters rise up from their nightmares.

The blood of the pioneers revived the frozen earth of a thousand years,

and only then did the divine state show its youthful smile.

"The story of spring" has been heard all over the country,

China! The new picture has been unfolded.

Today, history and the future will be welded by us,

The baton of the era depends on us,

Standing on the new starting line, we answered loudly:

Young people want to write a more brilliant Chinese poem

Not looking forward to the feet of the sun everywhere

Not fantasizing about the head of a bright sun

Not infatuated with the honeypot warm beds given by the father and brother

Not obsessed with the father and brother. not to forget the "most dangerous times" when the battle cry flies!

To be a ship to break the waves

To be a rocket to propel a spaceship

To be like a sword to cut off poverty

To connect the world with love

Listen to the reedsong and suona blowing together

Look at the swallows and the young eagles flying in tandem

The fifty-six flowers are opening up one after another

Decorating the great gardens of our motherland

To decorate our motherland with thousands of li

Make the spirits of our forefathers marvel with pride

Ah! This is my China!

This is the youth of China!

"O Motherland, My Dear Motherland"

I am the worn-out old waterwheel on your riverside

spinning a weary song for centuries

I am the smoky miner's lamp on your forehead

shining on you as you snailed and groped your way through history's tunnels

I am the parched ear of paddy rice; the disrepairing roadbed

the barge on the silty beach

To strangle the rope deep

into your shoulders

- O homeland!

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 sky

that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years

- - 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 riches, your glory, your freedom

-- O motherland

my dear motherland

The winds of autumn

send curls of dark fragrance

The chrysanthemums of the frost

offer a season of fragrance

and kisses.

Kiss the setting sun

Love overflows into the tender eyes

Look at the peace of the four fields

Passion flies up to the verse [Short poems for National Day: Singing praises to the motherland, praising the motherland

Listening to the Yellow River gurgling

Laden with countless painful history

Watching the river sands sinking

How many memories are accumulated

The devastation is so great that it has become a major problem. The devastation

is your old face

Childhood hardships

left an indelible mark [National Day short poems: singing the praises of the motherland, praise the motherland

Winds, frosts, snow and rain

half a century of wrestling

Recent history

Footprints of 5,000 years of civilization

History's river

Rolling the river of history

This is the first time that I have seen the world's most famous woman, the first time that I have seen the world.

Rolling on the heroic waves of the past

The strings of time

Playing the melody of today's splendor

My motherland

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

The divine continent shows splendor everywhere

The brilliant journey

Like a golden lamp

The light illuminates the sails of the voyage

The glorious march

Lighting up the sails of the distant ships

We have a long history

A long way to go. p>

My Motherland

With a wise soul

You have led the universal masses

to blaze a broad path

To make the motherland flowery

To depict the splendor of the East

My Motherland

Floral motherland

From your spirit

From your blueprints

Read the burning soul

The hardships of pioneering a glorious tomorrow

My motherland

From the border to the coast

There is your enchanting beauty

I carry simple feelings

Send my deep feelings to the motherland

Wish the motherland to be more prosperous

My motherland

My motherland

My motherland

My motherland

My motherland

My motherland

My motherland

My motherland

My motherland

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

have forged the rivers and mountains of ancient times

Reform, openness, and development

Light up the world's vision

I'm proud of my country's splendor

My motherland

The dawn-like sun

With a strong faith

Turns the surging will

into eternal glory.

Creating a better tomorrow

The great motherland

The cradle of Oriental civilization

Like a Mercedes-Benz train

Greeting the dawning of the century

Taking up the burning faith

Running towards a more glorious future

My motherland,

My y in love with my motherland.

You are the rooster ----- waking up the silence of the dawn,

You are the dragon ----- rebuking the winds and clouds of the times,

You are the majestic lion ----- dancing the winds of the Divine Kingdom,

You are the origin of the human wisdom ----- igniting the starry flame of civilization.

You have a sacred name,

that is China!

That is China, O my motherland.

My y beloved motherland