Short modern poems about love for motherland

1. Shorter modern poems about love for the motherland (the shorter, the better)

1. I love my motherland

I love my motherland,

I love the Yangtze River in China,

That rushing river,

Condensed with the wisdom of the laboring people.

I love my country,

I love the Great Wall of China,

the rolling dragon,

lying on the ground of China.

I love my country,

I love every inch of China's land,

the history of oppression has long since passed,

ushered in a new China.

Ah, I love my country!

2. Motherland, my dear motherland

I am the worn-out old waterwheel on your river

spinning a weary song for hundreds of years

I am the smoky miner's lamp on your forehead

guiding you through the tunnels of history

I am a parched sheaf of rice; I am a dilapidated roadbed

a barge on the mudflat

putting the cords on the water, and I have no idea what I'm talking about.

I am a shriveled ear of rice, a roadbed in disrepair

and a barge on a silted beach!

I am the poverty

I am the sorrow

I am the agonizing hope of your grandfathers and grandmothers

I am the flower that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years between the sleeves of the "Flying Sky. I am your new ideals

Fresh from the cobwebs of myths

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

I am your smile with tears in its eyes

I am the freshly brushed snow-white starting line

A scarlet dawn

Spewing its rays

- O Motherland

I am one of your billions

Your nine million six hundred thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand I am one billionth of your one billionth part

I am the sum of your 9.6 million square meters

You feed

with your bruised breasts

the confused me, the thoughtful me, the boiling me

Then take from my flesh and blood

your richness, your glory, your freedom

- O Motherland

My dear Motherland

My dear Motherland

My dear Motherland

My dear Motherland

My dear Motherland

My dear Motherland

My dear Motherland

My dear Motherland

My dear Motherland

If I were a bird,

I would sing with a hoarse throat:

This storm-battered land,

This river that is always raging with our grief,

The winds of fury that blow endlessly,

And the unending dawn of the forest,

And the unquestionable tenderness of the forests,

That is the only way for us to be able to live together. Incredibly 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 the land so much ......

4. The Prisoner's Song

The door is locked for the man to enter and exit,

The hole is open for the dog to crawl through,

and a voice cries out, "Crawl out, and I will give you freedom!

I longed to be free, but also understood -

How can a human body crawl out of a dog's hole!

I can only look forward to the day when

the fire from the ground rushes up,

and burns this living coffin with me,

and I shall have eternal life, in fire and blood!

5. Teach me how not to think of her

There are some clouds in the sky,

and some breezes blowing on the earth.

Ah!

The breeze is blowing my hair,

How can I not think of her?

The moonlight is in love with the ocean,

and the ocean is in love with the moonlight.

Ah!

How can I not think of her on such a honeyed silver night?

How can I not think of her?

The flowers on the surface of the water are flowing slowly,

and the fish under the water are swimming slowly.

Ah!

What are you saying, Swallow?

How can I not think of her?

The withered trees are swaying in the cold wind,

and the wildfire is burning in the twilight.

Ah!

There is still some sunset in the western sky,

How can I not think of her?

Patriotic poetry is a kind of poetic theme. It is a subject of poetry that expresses one's love for one's country and people in the form of poetry.

Famous patriotic poets include Qu Yuan, Du Fu, Lu You, Xin Qiji, Wang Wei and so on.

2. Modern poems about patriotism, the shorter the better,

My motherland

My motherland,

The mountains are lofty,

The majestic peaks overlooking the history of the winds and rains,

The twilight,

Allow the wind and clouds to pass by.

The solid back of the top of the hundreds of millions of years of vicissitudes of life.

My motherland,

The great river rushes,

The vast torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history,

The rapids are brave,

Wash away the hundred years of filth,

The shocking waves beat the canyon up how many destinies of the ups and downs.

My motherland,

The land is vast,

The beautiful scenery has nurtured a magnificent traditional culture,

The desert collects the remnants of the sun,

The bright moon is drunk with lotus flowers,

How many civilizations on the vast land are still glittering.

My motherland,

people hardworking,

fifty-six nationalities together,

Oriental charm of the wonderful,

the humanities of the flow,

thousands of years passed down the number of beautiful and touching legends.

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 perseverance.

My motherland,

My motherland that I love so much.

You are the head of the high voice of the rooster ----- wake up the silence of the dawn,

You are the sky soaring dragon ----- rebuke the wind and clouds of the times,

You are the mighty lion ----- dance the wind of the divine,

You are the origin of the human wisdom ----- ignited the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name,

That is China!

That is China, my motherland.

My country, which I love so much.

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 Yellow River,

I am y in love with my motherland,

The yellow skin is imprinted with the color of the ancestor's left behind,

I am

I am y in love with my motherland,

My black eyes have a humble smile,

I am y in love with my motherland,

My strong character has the courage of Tarzan,

I am y in love with my motherland,

My vast sea is full of all my hopes.

My motherland,

Lovely China,

You have created a glorious history,

You have nurtured a great nation.

I'm proud of your longevity,

thousands of years of gale force winds can not break your back,

I'm proud of your strength,

withstand the internal and external problems to break through the years of wasted time.

I am proud of your brightness,

The Chinese people have their own destiny in their hands,

I am proud of your spirit,

The reforms are going forward and opening up the magnificent.

Lovely motherland,

Wherever I go,

I hold your arms of strength,

Wherever I live,

You warm my heart.

Lovely motherland,

You hold the rudder of the new century,

You use speed, you use strength,

Create a miracle that shocked the world.

You use hard work, you use wisdom,

another more brilliant pioneering!

The motherland, the motherland,

you are always full of hope,

The motherland, the motherland,

you are always vigorous!

3. What are some of the shorter patriotic poems

WEN YIDO, "A Word"

There is a word 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 a sudden attack of magic,

and suddenly there's a thunderbolt in the blue sky

and a bang:

"Our China!"

What am I supposed to say today?

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

then there is a sentence for you to listen to:

When the volcano can't hold back its silence,

don't shiver, stick out your tongue, and stutter,

wait until there's a thunderbolt in the blue sky

to explode with a cry:

"Our China."

When there is a thunderbolt in the blue sky, there's a cry:

"Our China! "

4. A patriotic modern poem, short.

Use Ai Qing's,>

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This storm-struck land,

This river that is always raging with our grief,

The enraged winds that blow ceaselessly,

and the immensely gentle from the forest. Dawn ...... - and then I died,

and even my feathers rotted inside the earth.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love the land so much ......

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For the soundtrack, use Bendrix's, or Daydream's, a tune without a climax.

5. Who can tell me, about the patriotic modern poem, to be brief some

See your smiling face

Hear your voice

Really feel your pulse and heartbeat

Around the motherland

But your clear and hazy image

Don't ask about the blue and clear of the fall

The road to the future is very clear and clear.

Don't ask about the meaning of the colorful forests

The spring and autumn chapters continue to write the bloodshed and sacrifices without smoke

Don't ask about the road traveled by ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers

The future trend is still far-reaching and winding

Don't ask about the silk that flutters on the embroidered rivers and mountains

There is a passionate and surging luster there.

6. modern poem in praise of the motherland, the best short

"The motherland, my dear motherland" I / is your new ideals, just from the mythological cobwebs / break free; I / is the germ of the ancient lotus under the snow quilt; I / is the / tears hanging in your tears / smile edges; I / is the newly brushed / snow-white starting line; is the / scarlet dawn is / eruption; --Motherland! I am one of your one billionth part, the sum of your nine million six hundred thousand squares; you feed the confused, the thoughtful, the seething me with your scarred breasts; then/from my flesh and blood go to obtain your abundance, your glory, your liberty; -- O Motherland, my dear/motherland! ★ Poem in Praise of the Motherland III ★: My Motherland The mountains and rivers crossed by the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and the divine continents everywhere show splendid and glorious journeys, like golden lamps, whose light illuminates the sails of the distant voyages. My Motherland, with your wise soul, you have led the masses of the world to open up a broad path, making the motherland as delicate as flowers, and depicting the splendor of the Orient. My Motherland, my Motherland, flowery and beautiful, from your spirit, from your blueprints, I have read and understood the hardship of a burning soul opening up a glorious tomorrow. My motherland, from the border to the coast, you are enchanting and beautiful. I carry simple emotions and send my deep feelings to my motherland to make it more prosperous. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River, the Great Wall, the ancient rivers and mountains, the reforms, openness and development, light up the world's vision. I am proud of my motherland's splendor. My motherland, the dawn-like sun, embraced by the firm conviction of the surging will to turn into the eternal perseverance, to create a better tomorrow, the great motherland, the oriental civilization, the eastern civilization, the eastern civilization, the eastern civilization, the eastern civilization, the eastern civilization. The great motherland, the cradle of Eastern civilization, is like a Mercedes-Benz train, welcoming the dawn of the century, embracing the burning faith and running towards a more glorious future. ★ Poetry in praise of the motherland IV ★: Ode to the Motherland ----- ------- The years carry the footsteps of history, and the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization At the beginning of the century, I think of the motherland with passion The motherland - here I sing for you The motherland, the motherland - you are the accumulation of a thousand years of history, the confluence of civilization's sources You are the waterfalls of the Yellow River's Hukou, the snow of the Tianshan Mountains You are heavy and profound, broad and magnanimous. You are the deep, the deep, the wide, the broad, the vast. The mighty rivers are your nostrils, the boiling seas are your blood, you are the theme of the world, you are everything in my life. O motherland, motherland, you are the cry from the Tiananmen Square, the burning flame of socialism, the clarion call of the people's revolution, the sail that rides the stormy waves, you are strong and confident, progressive and avant-garde, and you have been the inspiration for a grand vision for the socialists. You are the creator of the world, the practitioner of socialism, the motherland, the fatherland, the spring breeze on the South China Sea, the sunrise in the small village of Luohu, the railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibetan plateau, the derricks in the Tarim oil fields, your vision, your daring, the dramatic changes in the small fishing village, prove your audacity. The great changes in a small fishing village prove your courage, and the smiles on the people's faces say how great you are. Motherland, you have created life and changed the world. Motherland, motherland, you are the flag of world peace, the messenger of progress of human civilization, the defender of the truth, the mother of our children, the mother of our children. You are upright and loving, strong and kind, the people of the world admire your heart, the children of China are grateful for your motherly love, Motherland, you have soothed the wounds of mankind in the war and brought the dawn of peace, Motherland, Motherland, you have passed through a thousand years of history, crossed the world's civilization, you are clear and resolute, and you are the motherland of the world. We are proud to be your sons and daughters, and we are proud to have such a motherland Motherland - we are with you, we are with you, we are with you, we are with you, your sons and daughters believe that the motherland's tomorrow will be better, the world's tomorrow will be better, the mankind's tomorrow will be better, the motherland will be better, the motherland will be better, the motherland will be better, the world will be better, the world will be better, the mankind will be better, the mankind will be better, the motherland will be better. Poem V★: O Motherland! The poetic name that pervades your seasons is the white dove that wakes up the first morning of October under the blue sky! My country, I love you too much and too long ...... O October! My motherland, please give me a torch to follow in your footsteps, to make every dream dripping with sweetness, to make every singing voice stained with golden notes, on the day when you are approaching-- please spread out the colorful clouds in the sky for me, and I'll inject eternal vitality into your Weiweiwei. The first October is always like a hot tear falling from a flower stained with echoes, the sound of the country's footsteps walks through your heart and extends to the most exciting and exciting places. In my heart, you are not just a green island to rest on, you are a red cloud that I can follow to the beat of the mountains, valleys, fields, paths, seas, and so many failures and successes have made October fuller! Motherland ...... For whom does October wear its crown? On the first morning of October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the afterglow of danggui and the vibration of harvest drums, and I recalled the sounds of history on the white jade carvings, and thought of the fluttering clouds, the ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains, and how could I not be imbued with a good character and integrity?

7. Modern poems about patriotism (short)

1

Dai Wangshu's "I Use My Broken Palm"

I use my broken palm

to grope this vast land:

This corner has been turned into ashes,

That corner is only blood and mud;

This lake should be my hometown,

This lake should be my hometown,

This lake should be my hometown,

This lake should be my hometown. ... now there is only artemisia;

The lychee flowers of Lingnan are lonely and emaciated,

As far as that side, I dipped into the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats ......

The invisible palm swept over the rivers and mountains without hatred,

Fingers drenched in blood and ash, palms drenched in gloom, and the hands of the people who are not in the world are not in the world.

Only the far corner remains intact,

warm, bright, solid and vigorous spring.

And there, I caressed it with my crippled palm,

like the soft hair of a lover, the milk of a baby's hand.

I put all my strength in my palm

and pressed it to it, with love and all my hope,

for there alone is the sun and the spring,

which will banish the gloom and bring forth the life,

for there alone are we not to live like beasts of burden and die like little crittals,

but to live like little animals,

and to die like little crittals,

because we are not to live like little crittals, but to die like little crittals... ...there, eternal China!

2

Shu Ting's "O Motherland, My Dear Motherland"

I am the old, worn-out waterwheel on your river

spinning a weary song for hundreds of years;

I am the smoky miner's lamp on your forehead

guiding you through the tunnels of history;

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

the silt bank, the riverbank, and the riverbank.

I am a shriveled ear of rice, a dilapidated roadbed, a barge on a silted beach

and I am the rope of the fiber that I have pulled deep

into your shoulders

- the motherland!

I am poverty,

I am sorrow.

I am the hope of your grandfathers and grandmothers

who have suffered,

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 your blanket of snow;

I am your tearful smile;

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

the crimson dawn

erupting;

- O Motherland! -- O Motherland!

I am one of your one billionth part

of your nine million six hundred thousand square feet;

you have fed

the confused me, the thoughtful me, the boiling me, with your scarred breasts;

then take from my flesh and blood

your bounty, your glory, your freedom;

you are the one who is the most powerful and the most powerful of all. freedom;

- O motherland,

my dear motherland!

1. Wen Yiduo's "Sun Chant" (excerpt) O sun - the golden bird of divine speed - the sun! Let me ride you around the world once a day, and I will be able to see my hometown once a day!

2. Nostalgia Yu Guangzhong When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp / I was at this end / my mother was at that end When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow boat ticket / I was at this end / my bride was at that end Later, nostalgia was a short grave / I was at the outer end / my mother was at the inner end Now nostalgia is a shallow strait / I was at this end / the mainland was at the other end

.3. The sky is clear, the mountains and rivers are magnificent, and the red flag is flying. Look at the square of the nine states, universal celebration; the river sings, all over the world. Social stability, people's happiness, reform and opening up a new chapter. New China, like the world's dragon, stands in the East. Such splendor today, relying on the party's national policy to point the way. Remembering the glorious days, the people are in danger; the people are in trouble, the night is long. The people were in great distress, and the night was long. The people had to be born and die in the rain of bullets and bullets, in exchange for a newborn red sun. When you cherish, forever, the river and mountain red, the earth and the sky.

8. Short National Day patriotic poem (modern)

Motherland, my dear motherland

-- Shu Ting

I am the old worn-out waterwheel on your river,

spinning a tired song for centuries;

I am the smoky black miner's lamp on your forehead,

shine on you in the tunnel of history.

I am the shriveled ear of rice, a roadbed in disrepair,

a barge on a silted beach

strangling the rope deep

into your shoulders,

- the motherland!

I am poverty,

I am sorrow.

I am the painful hope of your grandparents,

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 smiling nest of your tears;

I am the freshly brushed snow-white starting line;

I am the crimson dawn

that is erupting

-- O Motherland! -- O homeland!

I am one of your one billionth part,

the sum of your nine and six hundred thousand squares;

you have fed

with your scarred breasts

the perplexed me, the thoughtful me, the seething me;

then from my flesh and blood

go to obtain

your riches, your glory, your Freedom;

-- O Motherland,

my dear Motherland!