Poetry recitation about patriotism

Shu Ting, "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 silted beach

that strung its slender rope deep into your shoulders

- O Motherland!

To strangle the cords deep

into your shoulders;

- O Motherland!

I am poor,

I am sad.

I am the hope of your grandparents'

pain,

the flower that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years between the sleeves of the "Flying Sky";

--O motherland!

I am your new ideals,

fresh from the cobwebs of myths;

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

I am the smile of your tears;

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

the crimson dawn

spewing out;

--O Motherland! -- O Motherland!

I am one billionth of you

the sum of your nine and six hundred thousand squares;

with your bruised breasts

you feed

the perplexed, the thoughtful, the seething me;

then from my flesh and blood

get

your; riches, your glory, your freedom;

--O motherland,

My dear motherland

"I am proud, I am Chinese!

Amidst countless blue eyes and brown eyes,

I have a pair of jewel-like black eyes.

I am proud that I am Chinese!

Amidst countless white skins and black skins,

I have earthy yellow skin,

I am proud, I am Chinese!

I am Chinese--

The Loess Plateau is my breast,

The Yellow River is my boiling blood,

The Great Wall is my raised arm,

Tai Shan is my standing heel.

I am Chinese

My ancestors first came out of the forest,

My ancestors first began to plow.

I am a descendant of the compass and the printing press,

I am a descendant of pi and geodesy.

In my nation,

not only the history books of the immortal

Confucius, Sima Qian, Li Zicheng, Sun Yat-sen,

but also the history of literature of the immortal

Flora Mulan, Lin Daiyu, Sun Wukong, Lu Zhishen.

I am proud to be Chinese!

I am Chinese

My voice, as rough as the Yellow River,

is not only heard in the United Nations building,

loudly voicing China's arguments,

but also in the Olympic arena,

loudly shouting, "Score one for China".

When the applause sends the Chinese flag into the blue sky,

I wish I were Chinese!

I am Chinese

My great arm, like the Great Wall,

has not only drilled the drill rods of 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 never dreamed of going.

This is the first time that I have been a Chinese, and I wish I were a 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 Chinese!

"Motherland, I Love You"

I love your tinkling camel bells

It is it that makes the Silk Road flow far and wide I love your tender green grass buds

It is it that covers the desolation of the Gobi Desert I love your pastoral flute in the countryside

It is it that scatters colorful musical notes in all directions

I love your high-rise buildings in the city

It is it that holds the ideals of people up to the sun

I love you.

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 majesty of the Great Wall

It lifts up the backbones of the children of China

I love the towering Yellow Mountains

I love the way the motherland shows off its beauty

I love the way it is.

I love the beauty and dignity of your country

I love the openness of your plateau

I love the boldness of your descendants

I love the lushness of your forests

I love the sweetness of your heart

I love your openness of your window

I love the blossoms of civilization

I love your wave of reform

I love your way of reform

I love the way of the world.

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 your people

I love your colorful sails

I love the direction of your people

I love the way your people are moving forward. I love your colorful sails

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

My motherland,

Mountains are lofty,

majestic peaks overlooking the winds and rains of history,

darkness,

willing to let the winds and clouds sweep by.

The solid back of the top of the hundreds of millions of years of vicissitudes from the calm.

My motherland,

The great river rushes,

The vast torrent rushes through the whirlpool of the history of tumbling,

The rapids courageous,

Wash away a hundred years of dirt,

The shocking waves beat the canyon surging up the bumps in the destiny of the number of.

My motherland,

The land is vast,

The beautiful scenery has nurtured a magnificent traditional culture,

The desert is closed to the sun,

The moon is drunk on the lotus,

How many bright civilizations on the vast land are still glittering.

My motherland,

People are industrious,

Fifty-six nationalities are together,

The splendor of the Oriental charm,

Humanistic style of the flow,

Thousands of beautiful and touching legends have been passed down through the ages.

This is my motherland,

This is my motherland that I y love.

I love your long and splendid history,

I love the flowers on every inch of your land,

I love your magnificent scenery and mountains,

I love the character of your people's tenacity and perseverance.

My motherland,

My motherland which I love y.

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 majestic 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 country which I love y.

I am y in love with my motherland,

The beating heart beats with the pulse of five thousand years,

I am y in love with my motherland,

The surging blood rushes with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,

I am y in love with my motherland,

The yellow skin is imprinted with the color left by our ancestors,

I am I love my country y,

Black eyes show a humble smile,

I love my country y,

The strong character is uplifted with the spirit of Tarzan,

I love my country y,

The vast sea border is filled with all my hopes.

My motherland,

Lovely China,

You have created a glorious history,

You have nurtured a great nation.

I am proud of your longevity,

Thousands of years of gale force winds could not break your back,

I am proud of your strength,

Resisting the internal and external troubles to break through the years of wasted time.

I am proud of your brightness,

The Chinese nation has taken its destiny into its own hands,

I am proud of your spirit,

Reforms are going forward and opening up in a magnificent way.

Lovely motherland,

Wherever I go,

I hold your arm of strength,

Wherever I live,

You warm my heart.

Lovely motherland,

You hold the rudder of the new century,

You use the speed, you use the strength,

Creating the miracle that shocked the world.

You use hard work, you use wisdom,

conducted another more brilliant pioneering!

The motherland, the motherland,

You will always be full of hope,

The motherland, the motherland,

You will always be vigorous!

Song to Motherland

The winds of autumn

Send curls of dark fragrance

The chrysanthemums in the frost

Offer a season of fragrance

Kissing the setting sun

Love overflows into the tender eyes

Looking out at the four fields of peace

Passion flies into the poetry

Listening to the Yellow River The Yellow River is a place of history and suffering

How many memories have been accumulated

The devastation

is your old face

Childhood hardships

have left an indelible mark

The winds, the weather, the snow and the rain

half a century of struggle

The depths of the river have been far-reaching

Five thousand years of love and affection

How much I love the Yellow River

If I can't see it, I will be able to see it in my eyes.

The footprints of 5,000 years of civilization

The long river of history

rolls over the heroic waves of the past

The strings of time

play today's glorious melody

The National Day that I remember the most is the 50th anniversary of that time:

Through the Tiananmen Square in front of the neatly arranged parade

Displayed the country's prestige;

Tens of thousands of people in Tiananmen Square,

demonstrating the pride of a strong country;

the whole country is also inspired by it,

The stormy times of the past 50 years have created a fast-developing **** and the country.

The vicissitudes of these 50 years may only be experienced by the older generation.

And for our generation,

The National Day holiday is even more exciting,

National Day a few days of travel, a few days to sleep ......

I don't know if the first to go to the old generation of revolutionaries this is angry or gratified;

Angry at us for forgetting the significance of the National Day, only know to play

We are glad that we can finally enjoy happiness in the country they made.

No more smoke, no more terror;

Enjoying peace, enjoying joy.

The 55th anniversary of the National Day is approaching,

Chinese people have entered space,

Olympic Games have achieved good results,

the fourth generation of leaders has just been established.

We are proud of this,

for the prosperity of the motherland,

for the independence and revitalization of the nation.

Living in the prosperous city,

Running on the noisy street,

Singing the hard-won prosperity;

Walking in the quiet campus,

Sitting in the quiet classroom,

Thinking about the hard-won peace.

The doves in the sky no longer cry,

The olives on the ground no longer wither,

The people of the motherland no longer dripping,

I also have a dream.

Dreaming that the first compatriots can do what they love, and all struggle for their own ideals;

Dreaming that every Chinese can do his own job for the development of the motherland, and make the best use of his talents;

Dreaming that the motherland is so rich and strong and democratic and civilized at the 100th National Day;

Dreaming that the Chinese civilization will become the center of the world's attention once more;

Dreaming that the Chinese civilization will become the focus of the world's attention. p>

Dreaming that my compatriots who travel to every country in the world can proudly say, "I am Chinese!"

..................

Dreaming that our lives are getting better and better,

Dreaming that the National Day is still seven days off.

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I'm sure this dream will come true,

It's the ****ing same dream of most of my compatriots.

"Motherland, I Love You"

I love your tinkling camel bells

It is it that makes the Silk Road flow far and wide I love your tender green grass buds

It is it that covers the desolation of the Gobi Desert I love your pastoral flute in the countryside

It is it that scatters colorful notes to the eight corners of the world

I love your urban skyscrapers

It is it that holds the people's

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 majesty of the Great Wall

It lifts up the backbones of the children of China

I love the towering Yellow Mountains

I love the way the motherland shows off its beauty

I love the way it is.

I love the beauty and dignity of your country

I love the openness of your plateau

I love the boldness of your descendants

I love the lushness of your forests

I love the sweetness of your heart

I love your openness of your window

I love the blossoms of civilization

I love your wave of reform

I love your way of reform

I love the way of the world.

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 your people

I love your colorful sails

I love the direction of your people

I love the way your people are moving forward. I love your colorful sails

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

My motherland,

Mountains are lofty,

majestic peaks overlooking the winds and rains of history,

darkness,

willing to let the winds and clouds sweep by.

The solid back of the top of the hundreds of millions of years of vicissitudes from the calm.

My motherland,

The great river rushes,

The vast torrent rushes through the whirlpool of the history of tumbling,

The rapids courageous,

Wash away a hundred years of dirt,

The shocking waves beat the canyon surging up the bumps of how many destinies.

My motherland,

The land is vast and rich,

The beautiful scenery has nurtured a magnificent traditional culture,

The desert collects the remnants of the sun,

The moon is drunk on the lotus,

How many bright civilizations on the vast land are still glittering.

My motherland,

People are industrious,

Fifty-six nationalities are together,

The splendor of the Oriental charm,

Humanistic style of the flow,

Thousands of beautiful and touching legends have been passed down through the ages.

This is my motherland,

This is my motherland that I y love.

I love your long and splendid history,

I love the flowers on every inch of your land,

I love your magnificent scenery and mountains,

I love the character of your people's tenacity and perseverance.

My motherland,

My motherland which I love y.

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 majestic 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 country which I love y.

I am y in love with my motherland,

The beating heart beats with the pulse of five thousand years,

I am y in love with my motherland,

The surging blood rushes with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,

I am y in love with my motherland,

The yellow skin is imprinted with the color left by our ancestors,

I am I love my country y,

Black eyes show a humble smile,

I love my country y,

The strong character is uplifted with the spirit of Tarzan,

I love my country y,

The vast sea border is filled with all my hopes.

My motherland,

Lovely China,

You have created a glorious history,

You have nurtured a great nation.

I am proud of your longevity,

Thousands of years of gale force winds could not break your back,

I am proud of your strength,

Resisting the internal and external troubles to break through the years of wasted time.

I am proud of your brightness,

The Chinese nation has taken its destiny into its own hands,

I am proud of your spirit,

Reforms are going forward and opening up in a magnificent way.

Lovely motherland,

Wherever I go,

I hold your arm of strength,

Wherever I live,

You warm my heart.

Lovely motherland,

You hold the rudder of the new century,

You use the speed, you use the strength,

Creating the miracle that shocked the world.

You use hard work, you use wisdom,

conducted another more brilliant pioneering!

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of hope,

Motherland, motherland,

You are always vigorous!

Dai Wangshu's "I use my broken palm"

I use my broken palm

to feel this vast land:

This corner has turned into ashes,

that corner is only blood and mud;

This lake should be my hometown,

(in the spring, the embankment is like a brocade of flowers,

the tender willow branches are broken off There is a strange fragrance.)

I touch the yellow floating heart and the water's slight coldness;

The snowy peaks of this Changbai Mountain are cold to the bone,

The water of this Yellow River slips out of my fingers with mud and sand;

The watery fields of the south of the Yangtze River were so soft that they are now only covered with artemesia;

The lychee blossoms of the south of the Yangtze River pine away in lonely pines,

The lychee flowers of the south of the Yangtze River pine away in lonely pines.

To the end of the other side, I dipped into the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats ......

Invisible palms swept over the hate-free rivers and mountains,

Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with gloom,

Only the corner of that faraway land is still intact,

Warm, bright, solid And flourished with spring.

On that, I caressed it with my crippled palm,

like a lover's hair, a baby's breast.

I put all my strength in the palm of my hand

Attached to it, with love and all hope,

For there alone is the sun, the spring,

Which will banish the gloom, and bring forth the rebirth,

For there alone we do not live like cattle,

Die like ants... ...there, eternal China!

Feathers and Wings

Shu Ting, "My Motherland, My Dear Motherland"

I am the worn-out old waterwheel by your river

spinning its weary song for centuries;

I am the smoky miner's lamp on your forehead

shining on you as you crawl through the tunnels of history;

I am the parched ear of the rice paddy, the disrepairing bed of the road.

The barge on the silted beach

The rope of the fiber deep

into your shoulders;

- O motherland!

I am poor,

I am sad.

I am the hope of your grandparents'

pain,

the flower that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years between the sleeves of the "Flying Sky";

--O motherland!

I am your new ideals,

fresh from the cobwebs of myths;

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

I am the smile of your tears;

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

the crimson dawn

spewing out;

--O Motherland! -- O Motherland!

I am one billionth of you

the sum of your nine and six hundred thousand squares;

with your bruised breasts

you feed

the perplexed, the thoughtful, the seething me;

then from my flesh and blood

go and gain

your; riches, your glory, your freedom;

--O motherland,

my dear motherland!

Guo Moruo, "Coal in the Furnace"

Ah, my young lady!

I will not fail you in your solicitude,

and you will not fail me in my thoughts.

I have burned to this likeness for my beloved

Ah, my young lady!

Thou shouldst have known my former self?

Do you not think me a nigger reckless?

It is in my nigger's breast

that I have a heart of fire.

Ah, my young woman!

I think my predecessor

was a useful man,

I have been buried in the earth for many years,

and now I see the light of day again.

Ah, my young lady!

Since I have seen the light of day again,

I have often thought of my native land,

and I have burned in this shape for my beloved ones

I love this land

Ai Qing

If I were a bird

I should sing with a hoarse throat:

This storm-battered land,

The river that is always raging with our grief,

The winds of fury that blow ceaselessly,

and the unutterably tender dawn from the forest's unbelievably gentle dawn ...... - and then I died,

and even my feathers rotted inside the earth.

Why do I often have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much ......

Wen Yiduo, "A Word"

There is a word uttered that is a curse,

there is a word that can light a fire.

Don't look at the five thousand years without saying it,

Can you guess the silence of the volcano?

Maybe it's suddenly possessed,

Suddenly a thunderbolt in the blue sky

exploded:

"Our China!"

What am I supposed to say today?

If you don't believe in the blossoming of the iron tree,

then there is one thing you should listen to:

When the volcano can't hold back its silence,

don't shiver, stick out your tongue, and pause your feet,

wait until there's a thunderbolt from the blue sky

Blasting out:

"Our China. "

Taiwan]Huang Yonglian's Chinatown

is a harbor

for the Chinese accent

No need to ask where the guest came from

The yellow complexion is bright with the sound of the stagecoach in Yangzhou

The palace in Changan

After the annihilation has become a kind of affection

Winds are the sound of the history. The wind is the sound of history

Listening to it like

A dreamy song

A castle that is never garrisoned

Gathering together the twenty-four flowers of China

You are an orchid that can take root without soil

Drinking the frost of the snow and the ice of the snow

Blossoming in the East

The flag that stands so distinctly is like the wave of the Huanghe River

The east stream that flows forever to the east. The waves of the Yellow River, flowing eastward, always facing the sunny side

is a splendid bas-relief

bright with the yellow glaze of the Yin Ruins of Yangshao

the smoke and clouds are changing

just like the messenger that goes out of the Yumen Pass in the west

The sea is the Silk Road in your heart

the sail is far away from you

The moon of the hometown is the magnetism of the Big Dipper

you are becoming a fine woman, and you have become a great man.

You have become a meticulous collector

You were once poor and pawned your money

But you refused to pawn the furniture you brought from your country

The 5,000 years of history is not a piece of antiquity that can be auctioned off casually

But it's a divine lamp that will bring you happiness

Pang Yu-liang, "In the center of the cornfield

In the center of the cornfield

It's the same thing. In the center of the cornfield

I am a youthful general

Looking at the field full of red tassels and green swords

The fruits are hidden under the red tassels and the green swords

Revealing their teeth

We can read their language

Ordinary days have no old friends

Only the wind is blowing, blowing the corn's unending long hair

In the middle of the cornfield

We then gain the strength to overcome tomorrow

The corn leaves still beat me ceaselessly

Golden cobs clattering in boiling water

What a day

Then we think of what a wonderful **** and country

In the middle of the cornfield

Cornfield In the map of the **** and the country tilted down

Countless battles and victories

Then it shines on us forever

Answer by: 胡遇_3699 - Lifter Level 5 9-16 18:39

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