Motherland is the motherland you feed us, let us live happily in your embrace. As far as the eye can see, everywhere is a beautiful mountains and rivers, delicate flowers can be seen everywhere, green grass stained all over the north and south of the Yangtze River, to be the autumn wind layer of forests all red, highlighting the charm of China. Beautiful scenery into the arms, see enough, but also enjoy endless, blood-stained red flag rising, looking at it, always want to proudly roar, I am Chinese! Next I bring you modern poems that glorify the motherland, I hope it will help you.
The blue sky of our motherland
From the northwestern part of China
My eyes caress over the mountains and landscapes
The dust of the wings can't hold back the precious peace
Three thousand meters of clouds can't hold back
I love my motherland
Flying over to give a warning to the life
To put the I love my hometown and my country
Here's the Yellow River, where my mother gave birth
5,000 years of inheritance and blood
To the East China Sea
Blue skies when I look up
White clouds when I look down
Tell me that my country's peaceful and beautiful everywhere
The mountains and rivers that I'm so proud of
Flying and waiting. Waiting
I feel like I'm flying over the Yangtze River
You're coming from the snow-capped mountains
The children of the Yellow Emperor have raised their eyebrows and their energy is surging
Everywhere they are building their dreams
I can't stop painting
I can't stop flying in the motherland's blue skies and earth
I'll soon be in the Special Administrative Region of Hong Kong
The trumpet's call is destroying me.
A resounding heartbeat and tears of passion
The symphony plays I love you China
The song in the air is my heartbeat
I want to tell my brothers and sisters
Hong Kong is only possible with the motherland
Nanjing, I can't get drunk
Nanjing, I can't get drunk
Nanjing, I can't get drunk
I can't get drunk
I have to keep my eyes open, I have to keep my eyes open, I have to keep my eyes open.
I have to look at the East China Sea with my eyes wide open
We lost to culture and countless riches
He's greedy, he wants to possess, he wants to seize
He wants to overthrow 5,000 years of civilization, I know
Unless the sea goes dry and the stones go rotten, it has nothing to do with love
The islands will turn into land, and it has something to do with the watery planets
Where the Yangtze River flows, salt water becomes watery sea waters.
All are China's territorial waters, a 200-mile inscription
At best, it's Chinese style, not invasion, not occupation
Nanjing, I don't dare to get drunk
I want to be sober and armed to gaze at the sky
The weapons of a great nation are meant to defend the sea and the sky
We're creating a peaceful prosperity
How much sweat did we lose before we could make the sea salty water
The world is clean and idle.
The world is a clean and peaceful place, but there are those who are greedy
They want to enslave all the toiling people
Demanding supplies, picking fights, shorting, suppressing, and using rogue tactics
Strategizing Asia-Pacific, but actually invading Asia and Africa, I know it
He's thinking of the robbing of riches of a hundred and sixty years ago
He's forgetting about Pearl Harbor, where the wolves grew up and bit back
You and me, we're on opposite ends of the globe. We're on opposite ends of the globe, and we can't hurt each other
The Pacific Ocean is too vast for your ambitions
Unless you're insane, and it's got something to do with greed
Or you're a romantic, and it has nothing to do with poets
The continental shelves stretch out, the world's laws of the sea are in place
It's not as if they won't allow you to pass through, and I'm here to escort you on your journey
You've been feeding on your benefactors, O Glutton.
Your benefactor is one with you, and you're eating your own body
Nanjing, I don't want to get drunk
You're the pain in my heart forever
The Yangtze River is red with the blood of 300,000 compatriots
40,000,000 sons and daughters have been working for China's rise
They've been throwing their heads out and spilling their blood to build up their families and strengthen the Chinese dream
I've got to think of something I can do, and I've got to think about what I'm going to do
How?
What to do, how to do it again, why to do it
One person's power is limited, 1.4 billion people are the ocean
2 billion people are the sky
Peace, development, ****win, creation, are the sunlight, air, water and energy for our survival
Motherland, my beloved motherland
I am your river, your motherland, and you are your motherland, your motherland.
I am the old, worn-out waterwheel of your river
spinning a tired song for centuries
I am the blackened lamp on your forehead
guiding you through the tunnels of your history
I am the parched sheaf of rice; the dilapidated roadbed
the barge on the silted beach
pulling the fiber rope y
into your shoulders
- and the motherland.-- Motherland!
I am the poverty
I am the sorrow
I am the painful hope of your ancestors
I am the flower that has not fallen to the ground for a thousand years between the sleeves of the "flying sky"
- - Motherland!
I am your new ideals
Fresh from the cobwebs of myth
I am the germ of the ancient lotus under your snowy blanket
I am your smile with tears in its eyes
I am the freshly-painted, snow-white starting line
The crimson dawn
Is erupting
- O Motherland! - O homeland!
I am one of your one billion parts
The sum of your nine million six hundred thousand squares
You feed
The confused me, the thoughtful me, the seething me, with your scarred breasts
Then from my flesh and blood
Go and get
Your bounty, your glory, your liberty
- O Motherland!- O Motherland!
My dear Motherland!
Motherland
Talking about my motherland with people in foreign lands
Talking about the place where roots are born, where flowers blossom, where leaves fall
The excitement in my bones
would always surge with inexplicable fervor
I would blurt out--China
And so my thoughts
would always be like this, and I would always be like this, and I would always be like this.
I would always raise my five-star red flag
in the square of my heart
and make the flaming red and golden splendor
much higher than other flags
then I would think of the Great Wall
the dragon's totem, the words of Yanhuang
and the Yellow River, which is so vast and powerful that it flows to the sea
and is so big that it is 100,000 miles far away
and so big that it can be used as an umbrella. The vastness of 100,000 miles
As small as the space in which a blade of grass and a tree live
My sky, my earth
Even when I think of dust, I will
Burn a candle in the dark light
Even when I think of pain, of man-made sorrow
I will still say. I love, I love
Then I will look at myself
The dark red of my blood and the lines on my bones
I will touch their temperature
I will ask them about their homes, their homelands
I will ask Li Bai about the moon in Yue Fei's Man Jiang Hong
I will ask if the glow in my palms when I think of my hometown can be cooled down
I will ask if I can cool off when I think of my hometown
I will ask if I can cool off when I think of my homeland
I will ask if I can cool off when I think of my hometown.
Can I, guided by a block of words
return to my homeland and take a look at the golden gorges and iron horses
Motherland, I am not very good at expressing my feelings
I just chose a clean piece of paper
like a daughter who writes about the depth of her love for her mother
and the anticipation that I have for you in the darkness of the night
as well as my anticipation for the milk that I have for you. p>
And my attachment to the milk
I'm like the child you hold in your hand and walk to the end of the world
Spring comes to the sea of flowers, the summer solstice flow of light
Autumn and winter, we look long and hard
The snow is full of hills, full of thousands of miles of flat river
We will usher in the plum blossom
In the south of the motherland, the southern
In the south of the motherland, the motherland of the south of the motherland, the motherland of the motherland, the motherland of the motherland. strong>
In the south of the motherland
Between the morning sun and the azure blue
There will always be our
far away from the sky
but also close to home
Such a magnificent
but also such a quiet and quiet
A stone tablet carved by our ancestors
Shining with the light of peace. The light of peace
Remembering the solemnity of truth
Brings the wanderers
One step into the warm harbor
The fishing boat that carries them through the waves
Is the unsinkable boat of history
The Yellow River and the Yangtze River
The milk of our nation is the milk of our people
The milk of our nation is the milk of our nation
The milk of our nation is the milk of our people.
The Bohai Sea, the Yellow Sea, the East Sea and the South Sea
Every wave
is connected by blood
A coral plant
is my graceful sister
Who dares to ruin their beauty
A grain of white sand
is a ship of history that has not sunk for thousands of years
The Yellow River and the Yangtze River
The milk of the nation
is the source of our ****s.
My crystal brothers
Stretching for thousands of miles
In the face of winds and waves
They've already clung together
And those blooming islands and reefs
Shine like stars
In the vast expanse of our country
Every millimeter, every inch
Is firmly planted in the tip of our hearts
And we'll never forget that we've never seen them.
Since we are bound by life and death
why should we be afraid of war
since we are like brothers and sisters
that is to say, we are righteous
let every flower here
blossom in our motherland's embrace
and let every fish here
stay in our motherland's borders
so that every fish here will have a chance to live on our motherland's borders.
Let every water plant here
grow in our motherland's waters
Let every gull here
hover in our motherland's skies
Since we were born as our motherland's sons and daughters
nothing can stop
our motherland's call
in front of our dearest motherland
there is nothing lacking in our motherland. What is not lacking
is loyalty and courage
The blood of many heroes
has been turned into rolling blue waves
enough to carry the sails of a nation's
life
The bones of many warriors
have been molded into a long. The coastline
has become a wall of iron and bronze
a sword of justice
in the south of the motherland
between our eyes and our hearts
there will always be a home for us
far away from the sea cape
and close at hand
all the way forward
on the path of our ancestors' brave heroes
the world's largest and most famous heroes. We walk on the brave footsteps of our forefathers
Breathe in the strength, and pack our bags
Dear colleagues:
We are going all the way
We are growing up together
Into the green hills, and across the sea
Deep in the tree-shaded mountain villages
And in the blue sea of the blue ocean
There, the sound of birds will be a clear voice for us, and we can be sure that we will have a good time.
There, the sound of birds applauded us
There, the waves of the sea gave us energy to fight
On the other end of the phone
Mom once asked us with great concern:
"My son, where are you?"
We always say with a straight face
We are in the motherland under the blue sky
In the country's most in need of place
Family and friends have also been concerned about the network to ask:
"Boy, what are you doing now?"
We humorously replied:
We are building the construction of the rhapsody
We are realizing the beautiful long-cherished dream of the Miao and Dong villages
You have a digging machine waving dance
I have a giant pincer swinging wings
Steel steel next to the splash of fire
It is the butterflies change the flower's beautiful shadow
You. The passion that never flaunted
was blossomed in an instant
The light of life, the way forward
was played in the ups and downs
Early in the morning
we went all the way
Counting the ticking of time
We stepped on the brightest neon dresses that swayed in the sunlight of the morning
That was the brightest of them all.
Along the way, there was you, there was me
And the tinkling of the ding-dong ......
Back home in the evening
Our bodies were stretched out in the twilight sunlight
You cut a few strands of the evening wind to comb your hair
I picked up a few clouds to wash my cheeks
The day's work was a long one, and the day's work was a long one.
The day's quest, the quality of growth
is thus weighted on our delicate chests
When from the road that rides under the sea
or from the rocky edge of the high mountain valleys
comes the question, "Who has made such a tunnel?"
We will smile with joy
and say in a loud voice:
It was faith, it was persistence, it was glory!
When the deserted countryside on Chengkun and Baocheng Roads
or the tidal Hangzhou Bay
came the message, "Who has written such a chapter?"
We will shout with enthusiasm:
It's development, it's pace, it's self-improvement!
Dear colleagues
Yesterday we were blood
From the country to the southwest
Today we are strong
Already drummed up the spirit of a fierce battle together
You raise a glass of wine in the celebration of a wineglass on the Plateau
I hesitated to look at the vast meadows
Inside and outside of the Great Wall, forging our
The first and last of the Yangtze River, **** sang our song of success
Eight hundred miles of the Qin River
Thousands of ravines, precipitous mountain traps
Whose ambition and talent is jumping?
Five hundred miles of Dongting
Misappropriating all the miles, the sky and the rivers
Who is filled with passionate hope?
It is the arms of the builders
It is the splendor of the road builders
It is the trumpets blown by the pioneers of the road
In our spare time, we do not stop
We have new thoughts
You dream from the rocks of the Gobi Desert
I watch the cranes flying in the wetlands of the Northeast
The peacocks dance in the south. The peacock dances in the south of the country
The snow soars in the north of the country
In this way, we have traveled to all corners of the world
We have traveled to all corners of the world
But there is also a poetic wandering
When I miss my home, I pull on the phone and think about my home
I let the aspirations that I had filled up when I was a child flow slowly
And I condense them in the starlight that shifts from night to day
I feel free to talk to the sky and the earth.
In the mosaic of the sky and the earth
See it?
The shadows of the athletes
Dancing skillfully on the elevated poles
Creating together, running together
Running on the road of modernization of the city
The trumpet of the times, the new dawn
How can we miss our shouts
The skyscrapers are the pictures we have compiled
The airport ferry paves the way for us to move forward. The airport ferry is the pivot point of our journey
A starting point for departure
A starting point for endless energy
Even in the dark tunnel
There are the songs and waves of our journey
You designed it, I painted it
We are witness to glory, we are witness to glory
We are witness to dreams that we hold together
We are witness to dreams that we hold together
We are witness to glory, we are witness to glory
We are witness to dreams that we hold together
We are witness to glory
We are witness to glory
We are witness to glory, we are witness to glory
No heavy chains
Abandon the complicated shackles
The energy of the back arch carries your wisdom
We hold up the mountain, we hold down the sea
We use our talent to "measure" the thousands of kilograms
That's why we're so proud of you, and we are so proud of you.
How many gazes have been cast on the bridge that stretches to the sky?