Are there any poems about the motherland?

A breezy autumn wind! 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,

Yellow in gold, white in jade, green in spring, purple in autumn,

... and blow everything away,

Blow colorful, filled the sky, spread all over the earth!

★ Poem 2 praising the motherland ★:

Motherland, my dear motherland.

I/am your brand-new ideal,

Just broke free from 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

Be/spray;

-the motherland!

I'm one billionth of you,

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;

You/with scarred breasts

raise

Lost me, considerate me, boiling me;

Then/from my flesh and blood

get

Your richness, your glory, your freedom;

-the motherland,

My dear/motherland!

★ Poems praising the motherland 3 ★:

my motherland

Mountains and rivers crossed by the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.

China is brilliant everywhere.

Brilliant journey

Like a golden lamp

The lights lit up the sailing sails.

my motherland

You use your intelligent soul

Lead the public.

Open up a broad road.

Let the motherland be as beautiful as flowers.

Describe the magnificence of the East.

my motherland

A motherland as beautiful as a flower

From your soul

From your blueprint

Reading the burning soul

The hardships of opening up a brilliant tomorrow

my motherland

From the border to the coast

Have your charming beauty.

I have a simple feeling.

Send all your feelings to a distant place.

May the motherland be more prosperous and strong.

my motherland

Yellow River, Yangtze River, Great Wall

Cast ancient rivers and mountains.

Reform, opening up and development

Light up the world's vision

I am proud of the glory of my motherland.

my motherland

Dawn sun

Hold a firm belief

Surge of fighting spirit

Become eternal persistence

Create a better tomorrow

Great motherland

The cradle of oriental civilization

Like a Mercedes-Benz train.

Facing the dawn of the century

Keep burning faith

Run towards a more brilliant future

★ Poetry praising the motherland 4 ★:

Ode to the Motherland

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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 believe that.

The motherland's tomorrow will be better.

The world will have a better tomorrow.

The future of mankind is better.

★ Poems praising the motherland 5 ★:

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 beautiful 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

Trembling ... motherland, my dear motherland Shu Ting.

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

I love this land.

Ai Qing

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,

This endless wind,

And the gentle dawn from the forest ...-and then I died,

Even feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often cry?

Because I love this land deeply. ...

worship

peony

Endless mountains and ups and downs, rivers and grasslands,

In countless dense villages, chickens bark and dogs bark,

In the once desolate land of Asia,

The dry wind whistling in the boundless weeds,

Singing the monotonous water flowing eastward under the low-pressure dark clouds,

There are countless buried ages in the melancholy forest.

They hugged me quietly:

Endless stories are endless disasters, silent.

It is love, it is an eagle soaring in the sky,

Its dry eyes look forward to tears,

When the motionless gray ranks crawl in the distant sky;

I have too many words, too long feelings,

I want to use desolate deserts, rugged roads, mule carts,

I want to take a trough boat, wild flowers in the mountains, rainy weather,

I want to hug you with everything, you,

People I see everywhere,

People who live in shame, crooked people,

I want to hug you with bloody hands.

Because a nation has risen.

A farmer, his rough body moving in the field,

He is a woman's child, the father of many children,

How many dynasties rose and fell around him?

Bring him hope and disappointment,

He always spins silently behind the plow,

Digging up the soil that dissolved his ancestors,

Frozen on the roadside is the same image of suffering.

How many happy songs pass by on the road,

How many times have he been followed by his worries;

On the main road, people are talking, shouting and in high spirits.

However, he didn't. He just put down his old hoe.

Believe in nouns again and melt in the love of the public.

He firmly watched himself disappear into death,

And this road is infinitely long.

He can't cry,

He didn't cry because a nation has risen.

Surrounded by mountains and under the blue sky,

When passing by his house in spring and autumn,

Hidden in the deep valley is the most subtle sadness:

An old woman is pregnant with children, and many children are pregnant.

Hunger, patience in hunger,

The roadside is still a dark hut.

The same is the unknown fear, and the same is true.

Natural soil that erodes life,

He walked away and never looked back to curse.

I want to hug everyone for him,

I lost the comfort of hugging him,

Because of him, we cannot give happiness,

Cry, let's cry at him,

Because a nation has risen.

It is also the wind of this long age,

It is also the endless groans and chills that spread from this sloping eaves.

It sings on the top of the withered tree,

It blows through barren swamps, reeds and insects,

It is also the voice of this flying crow.

When I walked by and stood on the road,

I'm wasting my years of humiliating history.

Still waiting in the mountains and rivers,

Waiting, we have too much pain without words,

However, a country has risen,

However, a nation has risen.