Poems in praise of the motherland short Short poems in praise of the motherland

I love this land.

If I were a bird, I would 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 incomparably gentle dawn from the woods

Then 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......

My homeland My homeland, the motherland I love so much.

You are the rooster that 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.

Summary. Hello, dear, short poems in praise of the Motherland You can write like this. I love my motherland, love her surging Yellow River, Yangtze River, and abundant "Beidacang" and "Land of Fish and Rice" to nurture us and grow, I love my motherland, love her beautiful mountains and rivers, and capture joy for our curious eyes.

Short poems in praise of the motherland.

Hello, dear, short poems in praise of the Motherland You can write like this. I love my motherland, love her surging Yellow River, Yangtze River, and abundant "Beidacang" and "Land of Fish and Rice" to nurture us and grow, I love my motherland, love her beautiful mountains and rivers, and capture joy for our curious eyes.

Bless you, my motherland" My motherland, have you ever remembered, sixty years ago, in the wind and rain, in the midst of a thousand holes, you stood up tremblingly. Tell the world with a sonorous voice: I stand up!

My motherland, in the past 60 years, you have experienced many vicissitudes but you have not lost your pride! The flood is merciless, she has ravaged you, the epidemic is stubborn, it has entangled you, the wind and sand are cold, it has blown you, the snow disaster is indifferent, it has frozen you, ** fierce, it has destroyed you, in the past years, crises, always eyeing you. With your head held high, you carried it all!

Knock, knock, knock......

The loud sound of the Oriental salute in the sky.

It is the thunder drum of the awakening of the Chinese nation that is beating.

It woke up the lion of the East that had been sleeping for a hundred years.

It started the long-stranded Chinese ship.

It focuses the eyes of the whole world.

It struck the wild delusions of the high.

Happy smiles bloom on the faces of hundreds of millions of Chinese.

The tide of excitement is surging up and down in people's hearts, flowing everywhere, and this big ship sets sail against the wind and waves.

Our poet captain, standing at the bow of the ship and gazing in contemplation.

His poems are romantic, heroic, and powerful.

His decisions are like his poems.

Our great ship has defeated the behemoth of the east.

Our big ship, scared off the black bears of the north.

Our big ship has hurt the fat elephants in the southwest.

Our poet captain is in high spirits.

We revere him as a great leader, and we praise him as the king of romance.

He raised his arms and shouted, wanting our big ship to fly.

He spun in place, trying to gather strength.

But he is too authoritative, too powerful.

Our big ship rocked with it.

O our poet captain, keep spinning.

Turning his tremendous energy.

Some of our big dilapidated ships have also been lost in the spin.

Hello Motherland, Hello Motherland.

Your children are praying for you.

May your family be happy and everyone happy.

Sweet and sweet good day with laughter and laughter.

Hello Motherland, Hello Motherland.

We all live in your arms.

May you have a safe year and all the best.

The weather is bustling and lively.

Hello Motherland, Hello Motherland.

The ends of the earth began to sing.

The land of China is soaring and the tiger is leaping.

Hello Motherland, Hello Motherland.

We wish the motherland a better tomorrow.

The motherland will have a better tomorrow.

Motherland, you are like our mother,

O Motherland!

I am poverty, I am sorrow.

I have been your ancestors for generations.

Painful hope, is the "Flying Sky" sleeve.

Flowers that have not fallen to the ground for thousands of years;