My motherland has towering mountains,

The majestic mountain peaks overlook the storms of history.

Twilight is boundless, and the wind and cloud 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,

Go ahead and wash away the pollution for a hundred years.

The stormy waves hit the canyon, and there were many ups and downs of fate.

My motherland is vast and rich in resources.

Beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture.

The desert receives the sunset, and the bright moon is drunk with lotus flowers.

How many splendid civilizations are still shining on the vast land.

My motherland, the people are hardworking,

Fifty-six ethnic groups sympathize with each other,

Wonderful oriental charm, romantic humanistic customs,

How many beautiful and moving legends have been passed down through the ages.

This is my motherland,

This is my beloved motherland.

I like your long and splendid history,

I like the flowers on every inch of your land,

I love your magnificent rivers and mountains,

I like the perseverance of your people.

My motherland,

My beloved motherland.

You are the rooster that sings loudly-awakening the silence of the dawn,

You are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era.

You are a lion, dancing the glory of China.

You are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name,

That's China!

I love my motherland deeply,

The beating heart has been beating for 5 thousand years,

I love my motherland deeply,

Surging blood rushed to the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,

I love my motherland deeply,

Yellow skin is printed with the color left by ancestors,

I love my motherland deeply,

Black Nest's eyes smiled humbly,

I love my motherland deeply,

Strong personality, tall and straight,

I love my motherland deeply,

The vast sea border is full of all my sustenance.

My motherland, lovely China,

You made a glorious history,

You raised a great country.

I'm proud of your age,

The wind of a thousand years can't break your tall and straight back,

I'm proud of your strength,

Resist internal troubles and foreign invasion, and go through the years.

I'm proud of your light,

The Chinese nation firmly grasps its own destiny,

I'm proud of your spirit,

Reform and opening up are bold and grand.

Lovely motherland,

Wherever I go,

I hold your arm of strength,

No matter where I live,

You have warmed my heart.

Lovely motherland,

You are the helmsman of the new century,

You use speed, you use strength,

Create miracles that shock the world.

You work hard and use your wisdom,

It has been successfully developed again and again!

China, what a sacred name!

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of hope,

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of vigor and vitality!

This is the prize of my competition! ! I hope it works for you!

2. Poetry about patriotism. The bridge outside the post office in Yongmei is broken and there is no owner. Dusk is lonely, and it is stormy. It has no intention of fighting for spring, and everyone is jealous. It's just as fragrant as ever. I blame Wanli for seeking closure and defending Liangzhou.

Now the military life of defending the frontier fortress can only appear in dreams, but I don't know where I am in dreams. Dust covered the old mink fur. The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry.

In this life, who knows, my heart is in Tianshan, and I am always in Cangzhou! Partridges live in a room where smoke falls and flowers fall, and have nothing to do with dust. Pour the residual jade through the bamboo, and roll the yellow court to see the mountain.

If you are greedy and arrogant, you might as well make jokes everywhere. God knows that creation has infidelity, but it is old like a hero! Where is the fisherman's pride in seeing the mountain? The journey is thirteen thousand miles.

Write a book full of paper! Tears streaming down her face, the book will be returned next year. Message: When will the ship find its brother when Hongqiao is launched? Traveling around the world is really old! Worry without sleep, a few wisps of tea smoke at the temples.

Chao Zhongcuo. Mei Youzi didn't go to the juvenile court, but she was speechless and desolate. She leads a wandering life and is very cold. At the end of the river, she was lonely and hated incense. Regardless of the spring breeze, she once knew the East Emperor. Langtaosha The Floating Jade Pavilion in Danyang is a long pavilion with dark trees, some of which are far away from Zun. She often hates it, not to mention that she is a pedestrian this autumn. She shed tears. Xie Chichun joined the army at the age of seven and once swallowed the remnants. Clouds and smoke show the night.

Zhu Yan's temple is green, and he is guarded by Ge Xi. Laughing at the crown of Confucianism made many mistakes.

The dream of fame and fortune is shattered, but the boat belongs to Wu Chu. Sad songs, mourning the past.

The smoke is boundless, where to see Qin Guan? Sighing the fleeting time has become a waste of jealousy! At night, the snow in the palace is clear and chaotic, sleepwalking, I don't know where? An iron horse has no power like water. Xiangguan River, Yanmen West, Qinghai International.

Sleeping in a cold lamp, the sound leaks from the moon. I promised to be in Wan Li.

Who knows? Although the temple is broken, the heart is not dead. Queqiaoxian lived a romantic life, misty and rainy, and lived in Diaoyutai West.

Fish sellers are afraid of being near the city gate, but they are willing to go deep into the world of mortals? Tidal physiology, beach mooring, tidal rise and fall. When people mistake Yan Guang for Yan Guang, I am an unknown fisherman.

Queqiao Xianmao eaves are quiet, the awning window lights are dim, and the Spring Festival Evening is stormy. The warbler's nest swallows are always silent, but they often cry Du Yu on a moonlit night.

I shed tears in a hurry, dreaming, and picked up the deep branches to fly away. Therefore, the mountain was uncomfortable to listen to alone, and floated for half a life.

Fisherman. Reading Xuanzhenzi's fishing songs under the lamp, because it is hidden in the deep mountains, dating back to Fan Shi Mountain, with rain in the air, three fragrant new green awnings, green apple leaves and beautiful flowers. Looking back on his fame, he had a dream. Huanxisha He drank two bottles of sand head lazily, asking you to appreciate the small window. Blowing the horn at sunset is the most important thing. Busy days are more bitter than idle days. The ebb and flow of the tide is physiological, and the tide is flat and firm, and the tide returns to its hometown. When people mistakenly compare it with Yan Guang, I am naturally an unknown fisherman. Good things are at hand. I climbed Meixian Mountain to the top of the sea and waved my sleeves to the west peak, but I didn't reach the sky. I leaned on crutches and faced the whale sea, counting the smoke sails vividly. I watched the clouds dancing greedily and got home too late. Thank you for blowing halfway up the mountain and for staying here. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin.

A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No! No! No! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.

Peach blossoms fall. Leisure swimming pool hall.

Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo! Mo! Mo! On the evening of July 16, I went to the Happy Pavilion to see Nanshan in Chang 'an, and came to the corner of the border town in autumn. The flame shone on the high platform. Sad songs hit the building, and with high wine, this happiness came leisurely. Affectionate people are like the southern mountains and the moon, and the clouds open at dusk. Ada and Qujiang Chiting should treat. It is often rainy and windy in spring, and the sunny spring sky is empty. Who cherishes sediment?

3. Patriotic poems and essays for reading. Four poems of Man Jiang Hong 1. The Yellow Crane Tower is a sea of people. Who knows what love is? Only this: the Yangtze River still flows eastward.

Heaven and man ask each other, and there is no more sorrow and resentment on earth. Facing the heaven, I laughed loudly and vibrated green.

Eternal hatred, so far. Heaven has feelings and anger.

Humanism is: Heaven never shuts one door but he opens another; There is no room for people in the land of right and wrong, but there is room for people in the world. You can kill those who have courage, but you can't humiliate them! What is the fear of death? 2. Yutai looks at the hometown in the south, in the sea of clouds: picturesque.

Sigh wanderer, Wan Li in Wan Li, no worries. How many joys and sorrows are there in the years? How bitter and spicy is life? I'm not afraid to tell my dear mother in my dream.

Dude, dude. Can afford it, can put it down.

Even if no one is with me, I will drive together. Dare to be brave in the wind, why not dominate again in the rain? As the ancients said, a smile can accomplish great things.

3. The tourist map of Guanshan came and went in a hurry, and the mountains were cold and blue along the way. Indulgence: lofty sentiments and ambitions.

Years are like a day. Rumor: Although there are thousands of people, I am no longer here.

Everyone in the world, what happens in the world. Between heaven and earth, there is righteousness.

Let the blood spread throughout China. When the spring breeze blows, play Kay loudly and sing prosperity.

Cross the century with the help of heaven and heaven.

4. Poetry and prose about my love for my motherland. Everything I have is for my motherland.

Xu Wei works together.

A single spark can start a prairie fire,

Weak light can illuminate.

I would like to be a single spark,

Since patriotism is burning;

I want to be lighter,

Light up the whole world.

Start a prairie fire,

The lights should be as big as possible.

Around the world,

I want to be a grass,

Strive for a green country;

The world is vast,

I want to be a drop of water,

Moisten a piece of land.

Open your heart,

With all my courage

Serve the motherland.

Born to be the body of the motherland,

Death is the ghost of the motherland.

Don't ask too many questions,

Not asking too little.

Just want to have a red heart,

Just want to be a public servant of the motherland,

You just need your own blood.

This world.

People who have never died since ancient times,

Take the heart of Dan and follow history.

I don't want to "shine history",

Just want to be a grass,

Waiting for the wildfire to burn.

Wildfire never devours them,

They have grown taller in the spring breeze.

I know that when people die, they will never be born again.

But I'm glad my body can be buried in the country.

Motherland!

I will do my best to serve you,

No fame, no self-interest,

Leaving only my footprints.

5. Patriotic poetry praises the motherland, patriotic poetry.

Where is Qin? Ode to the Motherland

Travel to Kyushu, North Ice City, South China Sea Bi Tao. Seeing the birth of Kunlun, the peak is high and the slope is steep; The Yellow River is clarified, and Lin Huanxiaomu. The flag of the ship is hunting, and the iron bones are clanking, enjoying peace and prosperity. This is a grand plan, built by the sons and daughters of China and Qi Li. The dragon will take off one day and lead the nations of the world. Casting Chinese soul and creating independently; Strong economy, stability and reliability. Harmonious society, youth and pride, justice and fairness. Program, true socialism, unique scenery!

Niannujiao? ode to the red flag

Red sun burns blood and dips the flag to hunt. Its clank and iron bones converge, and the outstanding sons and daughters of China. Axe, sickle, knife, spear, overthrow the three mountains. China people stand, a brand-new world. The workers' and peasants' democratic regime, where the people are masters of their own affairs, is full of high spirits. The struggle between heaven and earth, building a socialist economy. Forerunners and ancestors, eagerly looking forward to, the nation will move forward. Red mountains and rivers, * * * guide the way forward.

Third, the water tune song? Ode to heroes

A brave heart serves justice, and a keen mind produces eloquence. China's great task of rejuvenating the country is engraved on its mind. Not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, eliminating disadvantages and rejuvenating the country, social transformation period. Hold the steering wheel and serve the people. Strengthen state-owned assets, promote democracy and implement the rule of law. United as one, * * * produces party member first. Hold high the banner of Marxism-Leninism, develop nationalism and raise the red flag. Ancestors should surprise the world safely and happily.

Fourth, Bodhisattva Xia? Ode to the people

Workers, peasants, soldiers and business officers are all masters of China. The nation prospers the great cause and the people prosper. The state-owned economy is strong, the people are guaranteed, the country is forever solid, and Yao and Shun are all over the streets.

5. picking mulberry seeds? road

I found a new road, I was disappointed, I was disappointed, I didn't see a smooth turning road. On the side of the sunken ship, Qian Fan passed by and saw the spring scenery again, which broke the flag.

Sixth, break the game? homeward

A thousand miles a day, speak slowly, tear down the banner and go forward. A bend in shallow water rushed forward and the hull was damaged countless times. The most hurtful thing is depth. The great ship loves the depth of the sea, and the shallow bend can accommodate it? Blue waves come from across the waves, and whistles blow to lonely people. Everyone praised in unison!

Show children

Lu you

When you die, everything is empty,

But I'm sad to see Kyushu.

Julian Waghann Beiding Zhongyuan Day,

Family sacrifices will not be forgotten.

Man Jiang Hong

Yue Fei in the Southern Song Dynasty

Angry hair rushes to the crown, leans against the aperture, and rests in the rain. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, white and sad!

Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky!

6. Poetry or prose about patriotism, Wang Shu's "I use the damaged palm", I use the damaged palm to explore this vast land: this corner has become ashes, and there is only blood and mud in that corner; This lake should be my hometown. In spring, the bank is full of flowers, and the tender willow branches are broken with strange fragrance. ) I touch seaweed and cool water. The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold, and the water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through your fingers. The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia; Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered. For now, I have soaked in the bitter water of the South China Sea without a fishing boat ... The invisible palm swept the mountains without hatred, and my fingers were stained with blood and ash, and my palms were stained with darkness. Only the distant corner is still intact, warm, clear, firm and vigorous.

On it, I touched it with my broken palm, like a lover's soft hair, like a baby's milk. I put all my strength on the palm of my hand and put it on it, sending love and all my hopes, because only where there is sun and spring will we drive away the darkness and bring Su Sheng, because only there will we not live like animals and die like ants … There, eternal China! Shu Ting's "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I am an old waterwheel on your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years; When you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a miner's lamp with black forehead; I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time; It is the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deep into your shoulder; -the motherland! I'm poor and I'm sad.

I am the pain of your ancestors, and I am a flower that never falls to the ground between the sleeves of "flying"; -the motherland! I am your brand-new ideal, just breaking away from the spider web of myth; I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow; I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging; I am the newly painted white starting line; What is breaking out is the crimson dawn; -the motherland! I am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You fed me with scarred breasts, confused me, considerate me and boiled me; Then get yours from my flesh and blood; Abundance, your glory, your freedom; -Motherland, my dear motherland! Guo Moruo's Coal in the Furnace, my girl! I live up to your kindness and you live up to my thoughtfulness. I burned like this for the person I love! Ah, my lady! You should know my predecessor. Don't you think I am a reckless slave? Need me, a black slave, with a heart like fire.

Ah, my lady! I think my predecessor used to be a useful pillar. Buried alive for many years, until now I have to see the light again. Ah, my lady! I have often missed my hometown since I saw the light of day again. I burned like this for the person I love! There is a curse in Wen Yiduo's One Word, and there is a sentence that can be ignited.

Although it hasn't been said for five thousand years, can you guess the silence of the volcano? Maybe he suddenly became possessed, and suddenly a thunderbolt exploded in the blue sky: "We China!" " What should I say today? If you don't believe Cycas can blossom, listen to this sentence: When the volcano can't help being silent, don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet until a thunderbolt in the blue sky explodes: "Our China!" Ai Qing's "I love this land" If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land that was hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest ...-Later I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground. Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... Pang's In the Corn Field is in the corn field. I am a young general. I saw the red tassels flying all over the ground, the green swords flying, and the fruits hidden under the red tassels and green swords to show my teeth. We can read their language. In ordinary days, there are no old friends, only the wind is blowing. Blowing the endless corn long hair in the middle of the cornfield, we will gain the strength to overcome tomorrow. Corn leaves are still beating my golden corn cob in boiling water. What a beautiful day, I remembered how beautiful the countryside is in the middle of the cornfield. Countless battles and victories will shine on us forever. Qu Yuan, a descendant of Li Sao Emperor Levin, is called Bo Yong; While taking photos of Zhen, Geng Yin and I are going to surrender. Emperor view more than once, tin more than reputation; The name is right, and the word is all; Fenwu has both inner beauty and self-cultivation ability; Hu Jiang left and monarch, threading thought Pei; If I am not as good as me, I am afraid that my age is not with me; Mulan Xi in the morning [Li Bi], Shu Mang in the evening; The sun and the moon are not flooded suddenly, and the spring and autumn have their order; But the vegetation is scattered, fearing that the beauty will come late; Do not cherish the strong, abandon filth, why not change this degree? Run with the horse and guide my husband first.

The purity of the past three times is where the public is; How can you be a husband with the miscellaneous use of pepper and fungus? Peter Yaoshun's Geng Jiexi, both by the way and by the way; He is arrogant, and her husband has only the embarrassment of taking shortcuts; However, couples steal happiness, and the road is dangerous; I am afraid of the rest of my body and Huang Yu's defeat; Suddenly ran to Xi, and the heel of the former king; I don't care how I feel, but I'm greedy and angry. Gu Yu knew it was painful, but he couldn't give up. Refers to the positive nine days, zork; At the beginning, I talked to Yu Chengyan and regretted having him; It is not difficult for me to leave my husband, and it is difficult to quantify my practice. I am not only the nine of Zilan, but also a hundred-acre tree; If you want to stay abroad and expose the bottom of the car, you should mix with local chronicles; Hebei has lush foliage, so I wish I could cut the mountain (sound "four"); Although it is withered, it is a pain, mourning the filth of the public; Everyone is greedy and eager to seek; Forgive yourself for being in Qiang and being jealous of each other; That's not what I'm worried about. Old Ran Ran came, and he was afraid that his name would not stand; Drink Mulan in the morning and dew in the evening, and autumn chrysanthemum in the evening; If you are full of affection and trust [female praise] (sound "praise"), you must practice, and it will hurt if you grow salty (sound "salty"); Tie a knot with the root of the wood and thread it into the falling core of Ficus pumila; To change the bacteria, Gui took the thread and asked Hu Sheng for it.

7. I want some ancient poems and articles about patriotism or poetry. 1 1 There was a storm on the 4th of the month.

I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.

Show children

I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.

Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice!

Shufen

When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain.

It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.

Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.

When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.

Complain about one's feelings

Recalling that year, in order to find opportunities to make contributions, I went to Liangzhou, the border guard, alone. Now the military life of defending the frontier fortress can only appear in dreams, but I don't know where I am in dreams. Dust covered the old mink fur.

The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry. Who could have predicted in this life that the original intention was to leave the enemy in Tianshan Mountain, but now he is destined to die of old age in Cangzhou!

Guan Shanyue

In the fifteenth year of Herong's reign, the general did not fight empty borders.

Zhu dances heavily, but the horse is fat and the bow is broken.

Garrison Diao Dou urged the moon to set and joined the army at the age of 30.

Who knows that a strong man's heart is in the flute, and the sand head is empty.

When the Central Plains heard about the war, some descendants turned against Hu Chuan.

The adherents are dying and looking forward to recovery, and they are crying tonight!

Read military books at night

Wanli Heart In his life, he embraced Zhou Wang's predecessor, died in battle, and was ashamed to return his wife.

Peasant sigh

Wheat is planted in every mountain, and stalks are planted in every water. Cattle have sore bones and are still plowing at night. Do your best to do your own thing, and you will be happy and peaceful. Who would skin a dolphin in front of the door? The voice of the county magistrate asking for rent. Into the county government, poor list day and night. Who is not afraid of death? Self-planning is out of thin air. I am afraid of hurting my parents if I want to go home. If an old man gets food, his wife is as light as a feather.

Xie Chichun

When he was strong, he joined the army, and Zhu Yan was green. He was once swallowed. Clouds are high, wolves fly at night, and it is wrong to laugh at Confucianism. The dream of fame and fortune is shattered, but the boat belongs to Wu Chu. Sad songs mourn the past. The smoke from the kitchen is boundless, and you can see where Qin Guan is. Alas, time flies again.

Drunk books upstairs

The third watch caressed the pillow and suddenly shouted, dreaming of winning Songting Pass. Opportunities in the Central Plains are often lost, and the bright moon stays in more than one place.

8. Prose, composition and poem "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" about patriotism

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.

It's 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

References:

Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland.

9. Poems about loving the motherland when I was a child/Nostalgia is a small stamp/I am here/my mother grew up there/Nostalgia is a narrow boat ticket/I am here/my bride is behind there/Nostalgia is a short grave/I am outside/my mother is inside/Nostalgia is now a shallow strait/I am here/the mainland is there-besides, it is also meaningful. 1. Du Fu's "Spring Hope": "Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation turns green in spring.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. "2. Li Qingzhao's summer quatrains:" Life is a hero, and death is a ghost.

Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East. 3. Fan Chengda's "State Bridge": "The north and south of the State Bridge are Tianjie, and the elderly wait and ride back year after year.

When will the Sixth Army really come? "4. Lin Sheng Lin 'an Mansion Title:" When will the West Lake dance stop? " . Warm winds make tourists drunk and Hangzhou a continent. "

5. Lu You's "Shizi": "When you die, everything is empty, and you are sad to see Kyushu. Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Nai Weng. "

6. Lu You's "Feeling Dawn at the Fence to Meet the Cold Autumn Night": "There are three people in the east of Wan Li, and 5,000 people are still climbing skyscrapers. The tears of the adherents are exhausted in the dust and I hope that Julian Waghann will grow for another year. "

7. Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Zero Ocean: "Once you encounter hard work, there are few stars around you. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.

The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history. "

8. Yu Qian's Ode to Lime: "A thousand hammers cut out a deep mountain, and if the fire burns idle. I am not afraid of being smashed, I want to remain innocent in the world. "

9. Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems" (the fifth song): "The mighty sorrow of the sun is slanting, and the whip refers to the end of the world. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective. "

Qinyuan Spring National Day Wan Li has clear skies, magnificent mountains and rivers and red flags flying. Look at Kyushu Fiona Fang and celebrate the world; Rivers sing, fragrant everywhere.

Social stability, people's happiness, a new chapter in the spectrum of reform and opening up Like the dragon of the world, New China stands tall in the East.

Today's glory depends on the direction of the party, government and national policies. Looking back on the eventful years, life is ruined; There are many difficulties for the people, but the night is endless.

Bullets, risk one's life for a new red sun. Cherish it and let the rivers and mountains go red forever.

My motherland, my motherland, the mountains are towering, and the towering peaks look down on the storm of history, and the twilight is boundless, allowing clouds and smoke to 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 rich in natural resources, which has nurtured magnificent traditional culture and beautiful scenery. 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! You can provide some materials to find your own poems: He Qifang's Our Greatest Festival, Ai Qing's Ode to Light, Shu Ting's Motherland My Dear Motherland, Monument to Heroes, Weiyang's Motherland I Come Back, Tian's I Love My Motherland, Wei's You, and the clearest drop in the waves. I miss beijing beijing's walled countryside.

10. Prose poems that love the motherland are today's responsibility, not others, but my youth. Teenagers are smart, rich, strong, independent, free and progressive, better than Europe, better than the earth, better than the earth. I think every college student must strengthen his personality and give full play to his talents, so that the motherland will be better!

The sound of the salute shook the world,

The five-star red flag is like rosy clouds.

The glorious course has attracted worldwide attention.

Flowers are everywhere in China.

Reform and opening up have set sail,

The motherland leaps on a swift horse.

Today, the map of war and flood is shown again.

The brilliant prospect is praised by the world.

Depending on today,

More proud after the storm.