Poem about my love for the motherland (1)
I love my mother, I love the motherland
There are two mothers who are as kind as each other
One is the motherland, and the other one is my mother
My mom gave birth to me
The motherland nursed me to adulthood
The motherland, dear motherland
You are like a mother in a foreign land
In the dreamland you are the eternal thoughts of a wanderer
In the dreamland you are the eternal thoughts of a wanderer
You are like a mother
In a foreign land, you are the eternal thoughts of a wanderer
In the land of dreams, you are the familiar face of a mother
If joy can make you radiant
I would like to sing for you
If sincerity can make you more brilliant
I would like to ignite hope with my life
O motherland. Dear Motherland
You are the sun that never sets in my heart
I would like to escort you all my life
Poem about I Love My Motherland (2)
I love my motherland
Motherland, I love you.
I love your majestic Mount Tai,
I love your long history
I love your rushing Yellow River,
I love your soft West Lake,
I love your beautiful land,
I love every corner of your life
That's my motherland,
That's my beloved I love you, I love you, I love you.
I love your splendid flowers,
I love every inch of your land,
I love your magnificent mountains and rivers,
My motherland, I love you.
What is the motherland?
The motherland is the land under your feet,
The motherland is a flower.
The motherland is our mother,
The Yangtze River and Yellow River is the milk that feeds us.
You are not only 9.6 million square kilometers of mountains and rivers,
You are also a kind mother.
You use the five-star red flag,
to prove to the world.
Wherever there are Chinese people,
there is the five-star red flag.
My motherland,
Lovely motherland,
You have created a glorious history,
You have raised a great nation.
I am proud of your longevity,
I am proud of your strength,
I am proud of your spirit
I am also proud of the fact that I live on this land.
Wherever I go,
my motherland is in my heart.
I love my motherland!
Poem about my love for the motherland (3)
October of the motherland
O motherland!
This poetic name
pervades your every season
That is with white doves in the blue sky
Waking up the first morning of October
Ah! The motherland!
I have loved you too much for too long
O October!
My motherland
Give me a torch
I'll follow in your footsteps
Let every dream drip with sweetness
Let all singing throats be drenched in golden notes
Copying your days
Spread out for me a sky full of colorful sunsets
I'll infuse your loftiness with everlasting vitality.
The first October is always like a hot tear falling from a flower stained with echoes
*** and the footsteps of the country walk through your heart
Extending to the most impassioned melody
In my heart you are not just a green island of playfulness
You are a red cloud that can be used for me to step on the beat of the ascent
Whether it be the mountains and rivers, the wei yi valley, the fields, the paths, the ocean, the sea, the sea, the sea and the sea, I am sure that you will be a great success.
Countless failures and successes have made October fuller
Ah! The first morning of October in front of Tiananmen Square
I felt the afterglow of danggui and the sound of harvest drums
I remembered the sound of history on the alabaster carvings
My thoughts have changed
How can I not be inspired by the beautiful character and conduct of the flying clouds
Miles of mountains
I have not been able to learn from them, but I have been able to learn from them, and I have been able to learn from them.
The rising October has a thousand sails
And my singing of my motherland
Transforms into a flock of soaring doves
Zhenyu not ......
Poetry about my love for my motherland (4)
I love you, motherland
Author/Yang Yong Recitation/Xiaomin?
I love you, motherland
If it were spring,
I would like to be a grain of grass,
growing on your vast earth,
holding on to every inch of your soil,
instead of being like a scattered and wandering passer-by.
I love you, motherland!
If it is summer,
I would like to be a star,
in your vast sky,
with their own weak light,
for the difficult old man, light,
rather than as a piece of lazy and inactive clouds.
I love you, motherland!
If it is autumn,
I would like to be a shallow bay,
reflecting the moonlight of autumn,
for the newlyweds,
adding elegant colors,
rather than brewing an unfathomable pool of swamp.
I love you, motherland!
If it were winter,
I would be an ink-black coal,
in the freezing snow,
for the homeless children, a trace of warmth,
instead of building a nest of my own enjoyment.
I will keep my eyes open and
look at my beloved country.
I love you, I love you stubbornly,
as bold as the Yellow River,
as lofty as Tarzan,
but I will not spread hatred, impulses and extremes, blindly.
I will put a sign at the cliff, "Danger here!" ,
I'd also pick the lock on the library door late at night when I'm craving a book
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I didn't learn to praise against my will,
and to complain hysterically,
but I would be on a distant island,
with a steel rifle in my hand,
or in the early hours of the morning, when the sun was barely shining,
sweeping every corner of the city.
For the motherland,
though I love you,
with a passion,
like the burning sun on the desert.
But I would rather be a small oasis of life,
than a sand dune that moves with the wind,
silent under the roar of the storm.
Even if my country is full of flowers,
I won't learn to sing praises,
but just want to be a reader who looks into the distance!
I will read aloud your culture, your history,
I will read aloud the vicissitudes that you have gone through, the setbacks that you have suffered,
In the readings, either softly or loudly,
I will read aloud in my heart: I love you, motherland!
Poem about I love my country (5)
I love my country
I love my country
I love my country
Motherland, I love you.
I love your majestic Mount Tai,
I love your long history
I love your rushing Yellow River,
I love your soft West Lake,
I love your beautiful land,
I love every corner of your life
That's my motherland,
That's my beloved I love you, I love you, I love you.
I love your splendid flowers,
I love every inch of your land,
I love your magnificent mountains and rivers,
My motherland, I love you.
What is the motherland?
The motherland is the land under your feet,
The motherland is a flower.
The motherland is our mother,
The Yangtze River and Yellow River is the milk that feeds us.
You are not only 9.6 million square kilometers of mountains and rivers,
You are also a kind mother.
You use the five-star red flag,
to prove to the world.
Wherever there are Chinese people,
there is the five-star red flag.
My motherland,
Lovely motherland,
You have created a glorious history,
You have raised a great nation.
I'm proud of your longevity,
I'm proud of your strength,
I'm proud of your spirit
I'm also proud that I live on this land.
Wherever I go,
my motherland is in my heart.
I love my motherland
Poem about I love my motherland (6)
I love the mountains and rivers of my motherland
Author /? Gao Xiujun
The Great Wall of the Yangtze River
The Yellow Mountains and the Yellow River
In the southern border of the motherland
In the northern part of China
How many beautiful landscapes
In my mind
I love my motherland
I love the width of the sea
I love the great wall of the Great Wall
I love The greatness of Tiananmen Square
Let's be grateful for life
Thankful for this era
In the beat of the clock
We follow the change of seasons
Feeling the sanctity of the motherland
Let's be together
Catching up with the sunrise
Welcoming the dusk
I love every inch of my country.
About the Author
Gao Xiujun, born in 1968, is a native of Daqing, Heilongjiang province, and now lives in Beijing. He now lives in Beijing. He works for Pinggu Security Company. He has been a self-taught poet for 30 years. His works have been published in more than twenty newspapers and magazines across the country. He is now a member of the Heilongjiang Writers' Association, Pinggu District Writers' Association, and Shunyi District Writers' Association, and is a member of the 2013 and 2014 Pinggu District My Dream, China's Dream Lecturer, for his 2003 book of poems, Kyoto Dreaming.
Poetry about my love for the motherland (7)
I love my motherland
Lonely smokes in the desert, the sun sets on the Yangtze River. All are in your bosom
My motherland: your sorrow is so vast and tragic
Your scarred arm glows with bronze, and from under the Lugou Bridge
a sun is fished out and polished in the March of the Great Sword
When your sorrow crosses mine
Sorrow is the sunset of the Yangtze River, which will always be rushing on and on
Going On the road to dawn
July, the mirror is hanging high, all the projected things characters are waking up here
September 18th, the Xi'an Incident, the Hundred Regiments War
Yang Jingyu, Feng Yuxiang, Zhao Yiman above us, unfolding
"big said state, small said country, said home," the scroll, glittering with jade. Shining with the light of jade and stone
Throw yourself into the battle of wolves and smoke. With the true symbol of heaven and earth
Signed with the name of a unified mountain and river: China
We read and read, and converge together; we speak and speak, and shed tears
The motherland is vast, and they are barren
The motherland has risen up, and they have fallen
At this moment, we are full
Pressing down on the head of the mountains and rivers that are protruding, and letting the wind and clouds roll over in our chests
We have a great deal of time for this, and we are not afraid of the world. The wind and clouds in the chest tumbling
Bound by the mother into the poetry of the crops
We are poor again, those distant gunfire and artillery
Changing the Lang Lang sun and moon into the son of the day. And up and down five thousand years
The motherland still sits on top of the years, countless martyrs from the sky
History turns from the long river
Because of sorrow, we move forward
Because of ideals, we move forward
Because of the justice of a little bit of old age, and a little bit of newborn
Emperor's heavenly land on the majestic ancestral roots of the hehe, an inch by inch Recovery
The sun and the moon above your head, is to replace hell with heaven
With the bones of the autumn water to subvert the barbarism of the past
The years can understand you, including all things
You can also travel across the world, holding up your own bright red flag, hammer and sickle
With the history of the stormy weather, no longer sleep
The artillery fire at that time is very fierce, you walked calmly, leaving only tearful poetry behind
Then you were the maiden Yellow River, walking towards your mother under the blazing sun
Then you were the teenage China, with blood donation as wine
Embracing a new world