What poems or poems are there to praise the martyrs and their hometown?

Motherland! This poetic name

It permeates your every season.

That's a white dove under the blue sky.

Wake up on the first morning in October.

Ah! Motherland, I have loved you for too long. ...

October! my motherland

Please give me a flashlight.

I follow in your footsteps.

Let every dream flow with sweetness.

Let all sounds be covered with golden notes.

The day I approached you-

Please fill the sky with rosy clouds for me.

I want to inject eternal vitality into your growing troubles.

The first October is always full of echoes, like tears falling from flowers.

* * * The voice of America walks through your heart.

Extend to the most passionate melody

In my heart, you are more than just a green island to rest on.

You are my red cloud, rising with the beat.

Whether it's mountains, valleys, fields, trails or the sea.

Numerous failures and successes have enriched October.

Ah! homeland ...

Who is wearing the crown of October?

The first morning in October is in front of Tiananmen Square.

I feel the aftertaste of sweet-scented osmanthus and the sound of bumper harvest drums.

I recall the historical sound carved on white marble.

My mind has changed.

Flying clouds

vast territory of the motherland

How can I not cultivate my good character and integrity? !

The rising October has been contested in Qian Fan.

And my singing, my motherland.

Become a flock of flying white doves

Full of vibration

shake ...

Motherland, my dear motherland.

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.

I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.

When you grope in the tunnel of history.

I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Pull it into your shoulder

-the motherland!

I am very poor.

I am sad

I am your ancestor.

Painful hope.

It's a flying sleeve.

Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years

-Motherland

I am your brand-new ideal.

Just broke free from the mythical spider web.

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

I am your tearful smile.

I am the newly painted white starting line.

This is crimson dawn.

Spraying

-Motherland

I am one billionth of you.

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.

With your scarred breasts,

raise

Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.

And then from my flesh and blood

get

Your richness, your glory, your freedom.

-Motherland

my dear motherland

my motherland

My motherland, high mountains and towering peaks overlook the history of wind and rain, and at dusk, the wind and clouds pass by. The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years. My motherland, the river is rushing, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves hit the canyon, which has experienced many ups and downs of fate. My motherland is vast in territory and abundant in natural resources, and the beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture. The sun sets in the desert, the moonlight is drunk with lotus flowers, and there are still many splendid civilizations shining on the vast land. My motherland, with its industrious people, 56 caring nationalities, wonderful oriental charm and romantic humanistic customs, has many beautiful and moving legends that have been passed down through the ages. This is my motherland, this is my beloved motherland. I love your long and splendid history, I love your flowers on every inch of land, I love your magnificent rivers and mountains, and I love the indomitable spirit of your people. My motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization. You have a sacred name, and that is China! That's China, my motherland. My beloved motherland. I love my motherland deeply. My beating heart has been beating for five thousand years. I love my motherland deeply. The surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I love my motherland deeply. My yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors. I love my motherland deeply. My black eyes reveal a humble smile. I love my motherland deeply. My strong character is tall and straight. I love my motherland deeply. My motherland, lovely China, you have created a glorious history and raised a great nation. I am proud of your long history. Thousands of years of strong winds can't break your tall and straight back. I am proud of your strength, and I have spent years at home and abroad. I am proud of your light, the Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny, I am proud of your spirit, and the reform and opening up are magnificent. Lovely motherland, wherever I go, I will hold your arm, and wherever I live, you will warm my heart. Lovely motherland, you hold the rudder of the new century, and you have created miracles that shocked the world with speed and strength. You have achieved another more brilliant development with diligence and wisdom! Motherland, motherland, you will always be full of hope, motherland, motherland, you will always be full of vitality!