Poetry about I love your motherland (I love ancient poems of the motherland) 1. I love the ancient poems of my motherland.
Manjianghong. Yue Fei
Anger rushes to the crown, rain falls on the railing.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty reputations, dust and dirt,
Eight thousand miles, clouds and the moon.
Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad.
Jingkang shame, still not snow;
When do courtiers hate their guts!
Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eager for pork,
Talking about the thirst for Hun blood.
Stay and clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky.
The autumn wind broke the hut. Du Fu
August and autumn are crisp and good, and my three hairs are rolled up. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.
The wind in Russia sets the color of clouds and ink, and the desert becomes dark in autumn. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!
There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
2. Ancient poems about my love for my motherland
"Motherland, My Dear Motherland" Shu Ting, I am an old waterwheel worn by your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years. I am a miner's lamp with a black forehead, and you are groping in the tunnel of history. I am a withered ear of rice; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson morning light blooms-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. Feed me with scarred breasts, miss me, cook me, and then get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-motherland, my dear motherland.
3. Love the motherland's poetry
★ A poem praising the motherland ★: autumn wind blowing gently! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! ★ Praise for the Motherland 2 ★: "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I/am your brand-new ideal, just out of the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! I/am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You/feed me lost, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! ★ Psalm 3 ★: My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing a splendid journey everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, full of simple feelings, I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and brilliant. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal rivers and mountains of reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. At the dawn of my motherland, the sun holds a firm belief and turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of the great motherland's oriental civilization is like a Mercedes-Benz train, holding up the burning belief to meet the dawn of the century and sail for a more brilliant future. Bearing the footsteps of history, the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland with passion-here I am in song for you. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your breath, and the boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and the whole of my life. Motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, the flaming flame of socialism, the horn of the people's revolution, and the sail of riding the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and enterprising, and the avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is spreading your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast and a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and a derrick in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill and courage, and the great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The smiling faces of the people write about your great motherland-your motherland that created life and transformed the world. Motherland-you are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a soldier who defends the truth and raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. The sons and daughters of China are grateful to your mother-like motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and brought the dawn of peace. Motherland, Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You've always known that. Firmly for Intel, you are kind and loving, defending Greenpeace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have such a motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the future of the motherland is better, the future of the world is better and the future of mankind is better. This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream flow with sweetness, and let all voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your cockroach. The first October is always like echoing tears. The sound of harmony passes through your heart and extends to the most passionate melody. In my heart, you are not only a green island where I can rest, but also a red cloud that makes me step on the beat. No matter the countless failures and successes of mountains, rivers, valleys, fields, trails and the sea, October is more fulfilling! Motherland ... for whom is the crown of October worn? On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the drums of harvest. I recall the historical sounds carved on white marble, and my thoughts have changed. How can the mountains and rivers in Wan Li not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? ! The rising October competes with my singing in Qian Fan. My motherland has become a flock of high-flying white doves, flapping their wings and wanting to fly ... My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing splendid journeys everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, I am full of simple feelings, and I wish my motherland more prosperity and brightness. The Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall of my motherland have created an eternal vision to illuminate the world's reform and opening up. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. The dawn-like sun of my motherland holds firm beliefs and turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of oriental civilization of the great motherland is like a Mercedes-Benz train, facing the dawn of the century with burning faith and heading for a more brilliant future.
I love the landscape poems of your motherland.
Du Fu
"Two orioles sing green willows, egrets sky-high." Outside my window is the snowy Western Hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Zaofa baidicheng
Libaitang
Say goodbye to the colorful clouds in Bai Di. Thousands of miles in Jiangling, one day. Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are crying endlessly. The canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.
Wanglushan Waterfall
Libaitang
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
Travel in the mountains
Dondum
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene
Song sushi
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The Artemisia basket is full of short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish wants to fuck.
Jiangnanchun
Dondum
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Fan Song Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Wangtianmen mountain
Tang Libai
Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River. Higashi Shimizu flow by this time. Green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite. Lonely sails come from the sun.
Topic Xilin wall
Song sushi
Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.
The hymn of Twilight River
Tang Bai Juyi
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Look at zhongnan Xuefeng
Zuyong
Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud. After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.
Wangdongting
Yuxi Liu Tang
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
Ancient poems describing scenery after class:
Quatrain
Du fu in Tang dynasty
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Homesick ancient poems in class;
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Tangwangxu
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
What you read in the night book
Ye Shaoweng
The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river. I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night.
Berthing Guazhou
Wang Song Anshi
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
5. I love my motherland poetry.
I love my motherland,
I love her beautiful rivers and mountains,
The vast Qinghai-Tibet Plateau,
The flowing Yellow River and the Yangtze River,
The rippling Guilin landscape,
The picturesque scenery of Jiuzhai ...
I love my motherland,
I loved her for five thousand years,
Four great inventions that shocked the west,
The majestic Great Wall of Wan Li,
The Silk Road with camel bells ringing,
The contest between Jin Ge and Tiema in the Central Plains ...
I love my motherland,
I like her long traditional culture,
The majestic Qin Terracotta Warriors,
That catchy Tang poetry and Song poetry,
Four names that never fade,
The rhythm of classical opera ...
I love my motherland,
I love her. She works hard and has a successful career.
Mushroom clouds are shaking in the air,
Then the perfect display of the Beijing Olympic Games,
Then Shenzhou VII's space trip,
A grand celebration of the 60th anniversary of the National Day. ...
I love my motherland,
I want to go to Daxinganling to listen to Lin Tao.
Watching the sunrise from the top of Mount Tai,
Go to Xizi Lake to enjoy osmanthus,
Rowing between sun and moon lakes ...
I love my motherland,
I am the hope of my motherland,
Braving the wind and waves in the ocean of knowledge,
I am the future of my motherland,
Fly to the blue sky on the journey of science.
6. Poetry about my love for my motherland
Motherland! This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream flow with sweetness, and let all voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your gorgeous life. The first October is always like tears, full of echoes and China's voice extending through your heart to the most enthusiastic surge.
On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the drums of harvest. I recall the historical sounds carved on white marble, and my thoughts have changed. How can the mountains and rivers in Wan Li not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? ! Qian Fan celebrated the rising October, and my singing turned my motherland into a flock of high-flying white doves, flapping their wings and flying. ...
Dedicated to my dear motherland.
7. Poetry and prose about my love for your motherland.
30 [Label: Praise Poetry, Motherland, Poetry] Kudou Shinichi, who is quiet, replied: 5 popularity: 240 Solution time: 2009-09-106: 48 Report.
★ Poetry praising the motherland ★:
Ode to the Motherland
Time carries the footsteps of history.
The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization.
I walked at the beginning of the century.
Think of the motherland, full of passion
Motherland-
here
I play a song for you.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the accumulation of a thousand years of history.
The confluence of civilizations.
You are the waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River.
Snow covers the Tianshan Mountains.
You are dignified and profound.
Broad and broad
The surging river is your breath.
The boiling ocean is your blood.
You are the theme of the world.
Is everything in my life.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the cry of Tiananmen Gate.
The flaming flame of socialism
You are the horn of the people's revolution.
Sailing through the wind and waves
You are strong and confident.
Progress and avantgarde
The grand blueprint of socialism activates your wisdom.
The steaming rising sun in the east, generate, your vitality.
You are the creator of the world.
Socialist practitioner
Motherland, motherland-
You are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast.
A touch of sunrise in Luohu village
You are the railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
A Group of Derricks in Tarim Oilfield
You are far-sighted.
The boldness of execution stems from superb skills.
The great changes in the small fishing village prove your courage.
People's smiles are about your greatness
Motherland-
You created life.
Change the world
Motherland, motherland-
You are the flag of world peace.
Messenger of human civilization and progress
You are a soldier who defends the truth
A mother raising a child.
You are honest and caring.
Strong and kind
People all over the world admire your mind.
China children appreciate your maternal love.
Motherland-
You soothed the human suffering in the war.
Brought the dawn of peace
Motherland, motherland-
You have traveled through a thousand years of history and the world civilization.
You have always known that you are determined to live for Intel forever.
You are kind and caring, defending green peace.
We are proud to be your children.
We are proud of having such a motherland.
Motherland-
We are United with you.
We support you to move forward.
Your children firmly believe this.
The motherland's tomorrow will be better.
The world will have a better tomorrow.
The future of mankind is better.
8. What poems express love for the motherland?
Poems that love the motherland come from Lisao, The Analects of Confucius and The Story of Yueyang Tower.
1, it's a long way, and it's Xiu Yuan, so I went up and down. -Li Sao
2, the three armies can win the handsome, but the ordinary man can't win the ambition. -The Analects of Confucius
3. Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later. -The story of Yueyang Tower
4. Take the country as the country and the world as the world. -Pipe
5. Life is a hero and death is a ghost. -Wujiang River
6, a thousand years of shame, a heart to the son of heaven. -Travel to Jin Cuodao.
7. Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but also sing backyard flowers across the river. -thin Qinhuai
8, don't wait, white boy head, empty and sad. -Man Jianghong
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving Dan's heart shining. -Crossing Zero Ocean
Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. -"On China's survival depends on today"