Poems of thanks to the motherland Thank you to the motherland for the poems of the motherland

My beloved motherland.

My homeland, the motherland I love so much. You are the rooster who roars high--- awakens the silence of dawn, You are the dragon soaring into the sky--- the storm of the times, You are the majestic lion --- dancing the majestic wind of China, You are the origin of human wisdom --- ignite 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 beats the pulse of 5,000 years, I love my motherland deeply, the surging blood rushes the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, I love my motherland deeply, the yellow ** is printed with the color left by my ancestors, I love my motherland deeply, the black eyes reveal a humble smile, I love my motherland deeply, the strong character stands up to the spirit of Mount Tai, I love my ...... deeply

Crossing the Zero Ding Yang.

Wen Tianxiang has suffered a hard time, and there are few stars around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs.

The panicked beachhead said panic, and the zero ding sighed in the ocean.

Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat.

Jinling Station.

Wen Tianxiang The grass leaves the palace and turns to the sunset, and the lonely clouds are drifting?

The scenery of mountains and rivers is the same, and the people of the city are half gone.

The reeds are all over the ground and I am old, and the swallows of the old home fly by the side!

From now on, farewell to Jiangnan Road, turn into a cry and return with blood.

Zhou Qiao Fan Chengda.

The north and south of the state bridge are the heavenly streets, and the father is old and waiting to drive back.

Holding back tears and asking the messenger:

When will the six armies really come! ”

The first four quatrains of the Huai River (one of them).

Yang Wanli: The boat left the shore of Hongze and sand, and people did not have a good intention to go to the Huai River.

Why bother that the Sang Qianfang is far away, and the north of the middle stream is the end of the world.

Crossing the Zero Ding Yang.

Wen Tianxiang has suffered a hard time, and there are few stars around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs.

The panicked beachhead said panic, and the zero ding sighed in the ocean.

Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat.

Jinling Station.

Wen Tianxiang The grass leaves the palace and turns to the sunset, and the lonely clouds are drifting?

The scenery of mountains and rivers is the same, and the people of the city are half gone.

The reeds are all over the ground and I am old, and the swallows of the old home fly by the side!

From now on, farewell to Jiangnan Road, turn into a cry and return with blood.

Zhou Qiao Fan Chengda.

The north and south of the state bridge are the heavenly streets, and the father is old and waiting to drive back.

Holding back tears and asking the messenger:

When will the six armies really come! ”

The first four quatrains of the Huai River (one of them).

Yang Wanli: The boat left the shore of Hongze and sand, and people did not have a good intention to go to the Huai River.

Why bother that the Sang Qianfang is far away, and the north of the middle stream is the end of the world.

It was you who taught me to walk, it was you who taught me to speak, it was you who fed me with sweet milk, so selfless and unrequited, so obscure, in the days of Mother's Day, I wish my mother eternal happiness.

Dear mother, you are my first teacher in my life, you are my mother and my friend, we are close and talk about everything, like a fish in a river that cannot live without water. On this special day, I sincerely wish you always beautiful, healthy and happy! You use a little bit of care to gather into the sea to contain me, you use the slightest care to weave a big net to protect me, you use your weak arms to shield me from the wind and rain, let me grow fearlessly.

Dear mother, you have paid so much for us, you are really great, I wish you and the mother of the world, happy March 8th Festival. There is a kind of love like the sun shining on the earth, there is a kind of love like the sea embracing the drizzle, there is a kind of love like spring and spring breeze will never give up, there is a kind of greeting to send Yu Potato from the bottom of my heart to wish you well, how great and selfless my mother's love is!

Dear, the poems to thank my mother are: Mom, I want to say to you, day after day, you work silently and tirelessly. Holding up the wings of our growth, you are the closest partner in our lives.

Your smile can warm our hearts, and your hug seems to be able to hurt us. Mom, you are the angel in our life, holding up a dreamy sky for us. You are our guru, our pure hunger, and we cherish your teachings in the depths of our hearts.

Poems thanking my mother are:

1. The article reports that the country's men are in vain, and the world is selfless and motherly. Cherish the picture and pass it on, so the mountain looks at the white clouds deeply. —He Sou—Yu Youren's "Farewell to the Mother of the Old Mountain".

2. The cold lights of the hotel never sleep, and the guest's heart turned sad. The hometown thinks of thousands of miles tonight, and worries about the Ming Dynasty for another year. ——Gao Shi's "Except for the Night".

3. The former mother is here, and the prodigal son does not feel cold. - Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety

4. The mother and child have not seen it, and the child is uneasy. - Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety

5. The mother is hanging and Huitong is in charge, and Wusu is silent and silent. - Aphorisms Collection

6. The mother is called the child lying dry, and the mother is sleeping wet. - Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety

7. Ten years of lonely travel couples returned home, and the boy peeped at the curtain mother to hand over tea. But seeing Tang Hong's heart worrying about himself, he couldn't get close to a garden of flowers. ——Li Mengtang, "Returning from Beijing in the Middle Spring".

9. When the relatives leaned on the door in the past, they forgot to worry and parted. The solitary son hates the orange day, and the intestines are broken for ten years. - Sun Huasun, "Inscription Moxuan".

10. The shadow of the sun on the top of the high cover mountain is faint, and the independent birds are scarce at dusk. The dripping wine in the forest was empty and weeping, and Ding Ning didn't see Ding Ning asking to return early. ——Chen Quji, "Leaving the Mother's Grave in the West".

11. The mother has not seen the child, and the child is uneasy. - Qing Zhu Bailu, "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

12. The mother is called the child lying dry, and the mother of the child is wet and sleeping. - Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety

13, Xi Mengmu, choose a neighbor. If you don't learn, you will be cut off. - The Three Character Classic

14, what is the post without a father, what is the worry without a mother? —The Book of Songs