2. A modern poem praising the motherland (short) 1. Love the motherland, but also love my hometown. Pale yellow and warm. Even though my heart is surging with the Yellow River on the land in the north, my heart is stirring, chasing the Yangtze River surging on the hot land in the south and heading straight for the East China Sea.
They are a golden light on the coast where China people live. On the other side of the river, there is a yearning paradise. Suddenly, the motherland bowed its head and was jubilant. At the beautiful foot of my hometown, it is the holy land I pursue. Looking back suddenly, I love my motherland, and I love the years when my hometown flowed quietly. As time goes by, the motherland is thriving and reminiscing about the past. Romantic figures through the ages look at the present and are heroes. So what? You will know the paradise of flowers and birds when you are in the Rhododendron. Walk into the grass sea and feel the tranquility of the sea; The rising sun climbs from the sacred mountain, and countless willow branches dance with the sea; Deep homesickness, who are you drunk with? Who wrote the rural folk songs? Standing in the breeze, feel the fragrance of green trees and weeds, and spring blossoms instantly. Endless country roads extend in all directions, and patches of green forests decorate my hometown. Suddenly I feel that I love my motherland and my hometown more. 2. Take off, my great motherland. The Liu Tengfei of Huaihe River, Kunlun Mountain of Xing 'an Mountains, Yangtze River and Yellow River take off, and my 100,000 Chinese descendants take off. My motherland, which has a glorious history of 5,000 years, has entered a new journey, and national feats have been recorded in new history books. The application of solar energy and atomic energy has already replaced the use of wood to make a fire, and modern high-rise buildings have already replaced the shed built with branches one day. The great motherland is advancing, with solid steps and drums, and victorious songs. Of course, there is still a big gap between our neighbors and the United States on the road to modernization, and the technology of Lao Niu needs to be updated and reformed. Limited land makes us bear a heavy burden, the road is bumpy and poor, and the lack of resources makes us look forward to the rich and sigh. Although several years have passed, we have also been invaded by frustrated powers. Liars, traitors, hostile forces, anti-China chorus hegemonism, crazy blockade, peaceful evolution, political movement, man-made excesses, ruthless difficulties, four evils in nature, ten-year disaster. However, when we stand up in the disaster of blood and fire, seize the good opportunity, seize the rare opportunity, develop rapidly and accelerate the four modernizations, we are braver, stronger and more courageous. The compass is pointing our way. Gunpowder is exploding on the white paper invented by our extraordinary ancestors. History is crawling, and ancient printing is depicting a brand-new Republic. Now, the east wind of the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee has blown the mountains green, cleared the water, warmed southern Xinjiang and northern China, awakened people's sleeping hearts and blossomed flowers that have been sleeping for a long time. Old people, children and my young companions are bravely fighting for a new life. There is great hope in our country. Our motherland will become a powerful country ahead of the world. Tengfei, Xing 'an League, Kunlun Mountain, Yangtze River. My children and grandchildren are soaring, and my motherland has a glorious history of 5,000 years. 3. "Motherland, I Love You" has been meditating for a long time by the river, and then I am like an old cotton spinning cart held by an old grandmother beside you, singing old songs for a long time and sitting quietly, like a small seed in your soil fighting in the dark and waiting to sprout, like a white towel draped over the shoulders by a sweaty farmer. It is a symbol of hard work, and it is a symbol of burying sincerity in your heart. I am a tiny dust, I am sad, I am confused, I am your endless ideal, and the Milky Way meteor never falls is my motherland. I am your brand-new bud, which just bloomed in the garden. I am a piece of ice on your Kunlun Mountain. I want you to melt warmly. I'm a little worried in your tearful eyes. I gently and quietly bless my motherland. You fed me that sad glass of milk. No matter what difficulties and obstacles you encounter when you have to sacrifice your life, I will give my flesh and blood to my motherland without reservation. Dear mother loves you forever, for the prosperity of the motherland. My dear motherland:
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3. Poems praising the motherland, longer, rhyming sentences, beautiful love for the motherland and more love for hometown "Author: pale yellow and warm, even though my soul meanders along with the Yellow River on the land in the north, my soul is stirring to pursue the surging Yangtze River water on the hot land in the south and go straight to the East China Sea.
They are a golden light on the coast where China people live. On the other side of the river, there is a yearning paradise. Suddenly, the motherland bowed its head and was jubilant. At the beautiful foot of my hometown, it is the holy land I pursue. Looking back suddenly, I love my motherland, and I love the years when my hometown flowed quietly. As time goes by, the motherland is thriving and reminiscing about the past. Romantic figures through the ages look at the present and are heroes. So what? You will know the paradise of flowers and birds when you are in the Rhododendron. Walk into the grass sea and feel the tranquility of the sea; The rising sun climbs from the sacred mountain, and countless willow branches dance with the sea; Deep homesickness, who are you drunk with? Who wrote the rural folk songs? Standing in the breeze, feel the fragrance of green trees and weeds, and spring blossoms instantly. Endless rural roads extend in all directions. Pieces of green trees adorn my hometown. Suddenly I feel that I love my motherland and my hometown more. ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍。
Modern poems describing the great rivers and mountains of the motherland are longer, not too long. We love you, China!
Author: Hu Jinghui
When the bright sun jumps out of the blue waves of the East China Sea,
The Pamirs are still dotted with stars;
When the northland was still a world wrapped in silver,
Southern Xinjiang has long been permeated with rich spring scenery.
Ah, we love you, China!
We love you-
The beauty of Guilin's landscape, the thick makeup of Hangzhou West Lake,
Huangshan Mountain and Lushan Mountain are shrouded in mist.
The magnificence of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
We love you-
The fragrance of Longjing tea,
The mellow beauty of Moutai,
Jiangnan silk is bright and beautiful,
Exquisite craftsmanship of Jingdezhen ceramics.
We love you-
The moonlight in front of Dai bamboo building is like water.
The towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world,
Grapes in Turpan, melons in Hami,
Sheep on the grassland, camels on the Gobi desert.
We love you-
Ancient songs played by chimes during the Warring States Period,
New songs written by reform and opening up,
The surging spring tide in Wan Li, China,
The fire of hope lit by the motherland.
We love you-
History of struggle writing,
Fruit watered by sweat.
Magnificent pine trees and noble plum blossoms,
Broad-minded and great spirit.
We are proud, we are proud,
We work hard, we explore,
You are a strong man in the forest of nations in the world.
We love you, China!
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"We Love You, China" is a work created by Hu Jinghui, and was selected as the first lesson in the first volume of the sixth grade of Jiangsu Education Press. Especially in unit 1, pages 4-7.
The author of the whole poem expressed his love for the motherland without reservation, saying, "We love you!" Every time. It is a sublimation of feelings. A strong patriotic blood is surging, igniting our patriotic passion and generating a sense of responsibility for the country's progress.
"Patriotism is above everything else." This is a famous saying of a great Polish composer and pianist, which expresses his strong love for the motherland.
"I don't know everything is empty until I die, but I look at Kyushu sadly." This is a poem written by Lu You, a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, which shows the poet's strong feelings for restoring national unity.
Sogou Encyclopedia-We love you, China
5. Pray for longer poems praising the motherland. We are anxious that the motherland is a poem by Kubinashi. We are the characters in the poem. The faith we planted, the distance between us, and the river we admire each other are on the shore. The motherland is a poem with great affection, full of enthusiasm and listening to the pulse of life. We use the language of poetry to read the rhythm and its profound cultural quality to raise us.
His eyes were bloodshot from insomnia, but they swept our anemic back with infinite love. His eyes were full of elasticity, which made us straighten up. He is a vocal poem, the sound of running water in the north.
Accompanied by the roaring Yellow River and the rumble of the national anthem, the pace of economic awakening has begun to sleep, and it is poor all day long. Last night, it was the rooster among the stars, singing with surprise-Dongfanghong Motherland, a poem, which read out the rhetoric of national rejuvenation and the small bridge of building a well-off society. The scenery here is picturesque. There is a bright moon in the sky of Zhan Yan, so many beautiful women and countless children compete for 9.6 million square kilometers.
6. Poems praising the motherland are a little long for reading. 1 `I am your worn-out old waterwheel by the river, which has been spinning for hundreds of years. I am a miner's lamp with a black 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 ancient lotus under the snow, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me with scarred breasts, considerate me, and boiled me. Then get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-motherland, my dear motherland. My motherland overlooks the storm of history with towering peaks, and the twilight is boundless, letting clouds drift 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. I have withstood internal and external troubles for these years. 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.
7. Pray for a poem praising the motherland. A little longer. Anxiety for the motherland is a poem.
A poem has no beginning.
Without an ending, we are the characters in the poem.
Line by line, the faith we planted.
Those rivers that are separated and appreciate each other.
Your home and my home are on both sides of the coast.
The motherland is a poem.
Very affectionate chanting, full of blood.
Listen to the pulse of life, we use the language of poetry.
Read the rhythm, read his profound cultural accomplishment.
For this land that raised us.
He is a silent poem with naked blood.
The winding camels flow through our lives.
Shake our cradle. His eyes
Blood is full of insomnia, but it is so infinitely affectionate.
Sweep our anemic backs. His eyes
Full of elasticity, let's straighten up.
He is a vocal poem, a song of the North.
The sound of water in Jiangnan. There is a roaring Yellow River and an exciting national anthem.
The rumble of guns has begun to die down.
And the pace of economic recovery.
Poor and white, last night was a star.
The cock sings in surprise.
—— Dongfanghong
The motherland is a poem.
I have read the rhetoric of national rejuvenation and the bridge of building a well-off society.
Cover the picture, the countryside is picturesque, and a bright moon is in the sky.
Zhan Yan, there are so many beautiful women and countless children are fighting for their waists.
He is a poem.
With 9.6 million square kilometers of thinking and 5,000 years of cultural literacy,
Showed us this poem without rhyme.
We sang in unison, catchy:
Long live the motherland!
8. Modern poems praising the motherland, four people's, preferably longer, thank the years for carrying 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 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.
9. Two poems praising the motherland, each sentence should be longer. My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing splendid journeys everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, full of simple feelings, I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and brilliant. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal rivers and mountains of reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. The sun like the dawn of the motherland, with firm faith, turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of oriental civilization of the great motherland is like a Mercedes-Benz train, facing the dawn of the century, holding high the burning faith and heading for a more brilliant future (copy) ★ Poetry praising the motherland 1 ★: Autumn wind blows gently! 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, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! ★ Praise for the Motherland 2 ★: "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I/am your brand-new ideal, just out of 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 is blowing; -the motherland! I/am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You/feed me lost, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! ★ Psalm 3 ★: My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing a splendid journey everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, full of simple feelings, I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and brilliant. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal rivers and mountains of reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. At the dawn of my motherland, the sun holds a firm belief and turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of the great motherland's oriental civilization is like a Mercedes-Benz train, holding up the burning belief to meet the dawn of the century and sail for a more brilliant future. Bearing the footsteps of history, the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland with passion-here I am in 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. 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 the echo of the Republic. It passes through your heart and extends to the most passionate melody in my heart. 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? ! Qian Fan celebrated the rising October, and my singing turned my motherland into a flock of doves flying high.