The number of words in the 30 poems of patriotic poetry is not too much

The soul returns to the mountains and rivers, and the book sends good news back to my dream.

The snow drifts thousands of miles to seal the Great Wall, and the boundless land breeds heroes!

All that's left in the bag is the mood.

Trek through the rugged distances.

Enough, full in decadence.

Those experiences that have been left behind.

The mood of the roadside weeds.

Decorate the compassion of passers-by.

The green landscape is covered with dust.

It's shocking how time has passed.

On the eve of the duel.

Write a love letter.

Suppose the bayonet goes through the chest.

You will receive a beautiful red flower.

Thirst exceeds the limit.

Converge those contacts.

Some warp and weft are intertwined.

The net is formed, and only thoughts pass through.

Zhuangxing has climbed the mountain.

The majestic peaks are in front of you.

The long bones in those fossils.

Made a walking crutch.

Those road signs. Guide love, hold it in your hand.

Patriotic mood.

You can go into battle at any time.

Walk according to the mood.

Go conquer your own eyes.

Suppose the charge sounds.

The bayonet goes through a piece of history.

Any part of the Motherland.

All prying eyes and barbarism.

All of them are humiliating to their offspring.

Each calendar jumps with a soul.

Patriots because they love their homeland deeply.

Any corner.

There are poems with muzzles.

I love this land.

Ai Qing If I were a bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This storm-stricken land, this river of grief that forever rags with us, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the ...... of the dawn that comes from the woodsThen I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much......

Almost smell a lot of "One Sentence".

There is a saying that is a curse, and there is a saying that can light a fire.

Don't look at the five thousand years without saying it, can you guess through the silence of the volcano?

Maybe it was a sudden enchantment, and suddenly a thunderbolt in the blue sky.

Burst: Our China! ”

What does this teach me to say today?

If you don't believe that the iron tree can bloom, then there is a sentence you listen to:

Wait for the volcano to be silent, don't tremble, stick out your tongue, pause, and wait until a thunderbolt in the blue sky.

Burst: Our China! ”

Smell a lot of "Discovery".

I'm coming, I shouted, bursting with blood and tears, this is not my China, no, no! ”

I have come, for I have heard you call me;

Whipping the wind of time, turning on a fire, I came, I don't know if it was an empty joy.

I'm meeting with a nightmare, where are you?

That's horror, it's a nightmare hanging on a cliff, that's not you, that's not my beloved!

I asked the blue sky, persecuting the wind on all sides, I asked, my fist against the bare chest of the earth, I couldn't ask for news, I cried and called you, vomited out a heart, you are in my heart!