Poetry in praise of the internet age

Poetry about the era of praise 1. What are the poems that eulogize the new era?

1, "Praise China for Forty Years of Reform and Opening-up" Modern: Zhao Chunshuang

The spring breeze of reform and opening up is warm, and Kyushu is sunny.

After forty years of development, the return of Hong Kong and Macao has finally come true.

The Belt and Road has entered a new chapter, and the country has enjoyed unprecedented prosperity.

Under the guidance of the well-off target party, the old look of Jiangshan has changed.

2,' Celebrating 40 Years of Reform and Opening-up' Modern: Wang Biyan

Forty years of reform have turned China upside down.

China's economic growth is high, and its military and national defense can take the lead.

Scientific and technological innovation strives for a model, and the people enjoy happiness and compete with the gods.

At present, with the continuous opening up, world prosperity is just around the corner.

3,' Beautiful New Era' Modern People: Zhang Qixi

The autumn wind sent a faint fragrance.

Chrysanthemums in the frost provide a season of wheat straw.

Kiss the afterglow of the sunset, and love overflows your gentle eyes.

Looking at the field calmly, the passion flew into the poem.

Listening to the murmur of the Yellow River carries a history of countless sufferings.

Seeing the heavy river sand, how many memories have been accumulated.

Ruined, it's your old face.

The hardships of childhood left an indelible mark.

Wind, frost, rain and snow, half a century of fighting.

A long history, the footprint of 5,000 years of civilization.

The long river of history rolls through the heroic waves of the past.

The strings of time are playing today's brilliant melody!

4, "China Forty" Modern: Ye Yishen

Over the past 40 years, years have passed like new, and the spirit of whipping is fast.

Let go of your hands and feet to start a business, and Guotai Min 'an is full of spring.

5,' Acura New Era' Modern People: Deng

One cloud after another set sail.

A pair of hands, waving the most beautiful brush.

Drink a cup of blue, green notes that outline the earth.

Spring breeze and spring rain sang a happy song for us.

Good mountains and waters show us the picture of the times.

Walking into the plateau of the heart, the motherland is full of spring tides.

Looking at the stretched colorful flags, listening to the roar of machines one after another.

Who will be attracted by this fantastic scene?

The smiling face is full of spring blessings.

Warm greetings are all links of gratitude.

Integrate eastern and western civilizations and gather the extensive wisdom of Chinese children.

Let's sing together! We live in a happy new era!

2. What are the poems that eulogize the new era?

1, "Forty Years of Reform and Opening-up in China" Modern: Zhao Chunshuang's reform and opening-up is warm and Kyushu is sunny.

After forty years of development, the return of Hong Kong and Macao has finally come true. The Belt and Road has entered a new chapter, and the country has enjoyed unprecedented prosperity.

Under the guidance of the well-off target party, the old look of Jiangshan has changed. 2. "Celebrating Forty Years of Reform and Opening-up" Modern: Wang Biyan's forty years of reform have turned China upside down.

China's economic growth is high, and its military and national defense can take the lead. Scientific and technological innovation strives for a model, and the people enjoy happiness and compete with the gods.

At present, with the continuous opening up, world prosperity is just around the corner. 3, "Beautiful New Era" modern: Zhang Qixi autumn wind, send lingering fragrance.

Chrysanthemums in the frost provide a season of wheat straw. Kiss the afterglow of the sunset, and love overflows your gentle eyes.

Looking at the field calmly, the passion flew into the poem. Listening to the murmur of the Yellow River carries a history of countless sufferings.

Seeing the heavy river sand, how many memories have been accumulated. Ruined, it's your old face.

The hardships of childhood left an indelible mark. Wind, frost, rain and snow, half a century of fighting.

A long history, the footprint of 5,000 years of civilization. The long river of history rolls through the heroic waves of the past.

The strings of time are playing today's brilliant melody! 4, "The New Chapter of Forty Scores of Shenzhou" Modern: Ye Yishen is forty years old and eager to see the spirit. Let go of your hands and feet to start a business, and Guotai Min 'an is full of spring.

5, "Acura New Era" Modern: Deng Yun opened the fog and set sail. A pair of hands, waving the most beautiful brush.

Drink a cup of blue, green notes that outline the earth. Spring breeze and spring rain sang a happy song for us.

Good mountains and waters show us the picture of the times. Walking into the plateau of the heart, the motherland is full of spring tides.

Looking at the stretched colorful flags, listening to the roar of machines one after another. Who will be attracted by this fantastic scene? The smiling face is full of spring blessings.

Warm greetings are all links of gratitude. Integrate eastern and western civilizations and gather the extensive wisdom of Chinese children.

Let's sing together! We live in a happy new era.

3. Need to praise the poetry of the new era, urgent

I only found one OK song, sorry ~

autumn wind

Give off a faint fragrance.

Chrysanthemum in frost

Give a piece of wheat straw a season

Kiss the afterglow of the sunset, and love overflows your gentle eyes.

Look at the fields calmly.

Passion flies to poetry

Listen to the gurgling of the Yellow River.

A history bearing countless sufferings

Watch the river with high sediment concentration.

How many memories have you accumulated?

In a state of ruin

This is your old face

The hardships of childhood

Left an indelible mark.

Experienced hardships and hardships

Half a century of fighting

A far-reaching and long flow

Footprints of 5,000-year civilization

A long historical process

The heroic waves rolling in the past

The strings of time

Play and sing today's brilliant melody!

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4. Poems praising friendship indicate time and author.

Say goodbye to the viceroy and go to Bo for his post.

Through the wall of Sanqin and the fog of five rivers, we said goodbye, and our two officials run counter to each other. However, when China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. Why do you wander at the fork in the road, and their children are stained with towels?

Wang Wei sent Yuaner's special envoy Anxi.

Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. I advise you to drink more wine and go out to Yangguan for no reason.

Break up with Wang Xinjian Changling at Furong Inn.

Wu Yu is cold at night, and Chushan is Fujian. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, there is ice in the jade pot.

To Wang Lun and Li Bai.

Li Bai was about to go by boat when he heard singing on the shore. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.

Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou from the Yellow Crane Tower.

An old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

A Song of Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Ng Wui

The north wind rolled the white grass and scattered them. The snow in August swept across the sky of Tatar, just like the strong wind in spring. At night, it blew open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, and it entered the pearl shutters. It wetted the silk curtains, and a fur coat felt very cold. A cotton pad was very thin, and the bow became stiff, so it could hardly be pulled out. The metal of armor condensed on the man. The vast sea is dry ice and the clouds are bleak. Zhongjun bought wine and drank it back to the guests. Huqin Pipa Qiangdi went down to Yuanmen at dusk, and the red flag was frozen when the wind pulled it. When I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai, the mountain road was covered with snow. The mountain road turns, leaving a path in the snow.

Yu Lin Liu Lingyong

The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.

There is no mood in the door, I miss the place, and the blue boat urges me to send it. I held my hand and looked into my eyes with tears, but I was speechless.

Missing-going to a thousand miles of smoke and waves, sinking into Chutiankuo at dusk. Affectionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, which is even worse than snubbing the clear autumn festival. Where will you wake up from tonight's wine, Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon? After the New Year, it should be a good time to exist in name only. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can you tell?

5. Write poems to praise the development of the motherland.

Ode to the Ancestor —————————— Years bear the footsteps of history, and the earth accumulates the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I thought of my motherland and was full of passion for it. Here I am from 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.

6. China's hymns

Singing the Motherland 1 year bears the footsteps of history, and the earth accumulates the essence of civilization. Walking at the beginning of the century, I think of the motherland, full of passion-here I am in song for you, the motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated in a thousand years of history. You are a waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River covered with snow in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The surging river is your breath. 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. Throughout the ages, you know very well that your kindness and love for Ingner are unwavering. Defending green and peace, we are proud to be your children and to have such a motherland-we are United with you, we hold you forward, and your children firmly believe that the motherland's tomorrow will be better, the world's tomorrow will be better, and mankind's tomorrow will be 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 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. 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 ... Motherland Poetry 3 I am your worn-out old waterwheel by the river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years. I am a miner's lamp on your 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 snow-covered ancient lotus, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am your billion, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters, and you.