Poetry of my homeland, poetry of my homeland Poetry appreciation of my homeland

1. I love the motherland (poetry) Motherland, I love you.

2. I love your majestic Mount Tai, I love your long history.

3. I love your rushing Yellow River, I love your soft West Lake, I love your beautiful land, I love every corner of you, this is my motherland, 4. This is the motherland I love. I love your splendid flowers, I love every inch of your land, I love your magnificent rivers and mountains, my motherland, I love you.

5. What is the motherland?

6. The motherland is the land under our feet, and the motherland is a flower. The motherland is our mother, 7. The Yangtze River and the Yellow River are the milk that feeds us.

1, "One Square Meter of the Motherland".Walk on the road all the time.

Struggling to find a spiritual home.

I often think of other places as my hometown.

I can't find homesickness.

On this day, there was one.

One square meter of the Motherland.

My one square meter of my motherland.

It is located in the poor and backward west.

The house price has never exceeded 10,000.

But I cut back on food and clothing.

Spend more than 50,000 yuan to buy this square meter of land.

Because it's my homeland.

I'm going to build it to be prosperous.

My one square meter of my motherland.

It is located in a countryside called Yaosuo in Dushan, Guizhou.

This is where my mother was born.

When I was a kid, I used to spend a lot of time here.

I never went there again as an adult.

However, from now on.

It will often come back to me in my dreams.

Every year during the Spring Festival, or Qingming.

I'm going to come at least once.

In this square meter of land.

Placed. Mother's warm white bones, as well.

Me and her soul.

2, "Motherland - You Are a Song in My Heart".Motherland, what an affectionate name!

Every time I think of it, I can't suppress the ups and downs of my mood, admiring your magnificence in 5,000 years, and feeling your fate in 100 years.

Motherland, what a splendid phrase!

Every time I think about it, I can't help but bend my eyebrows, and I bear the reputation of the state of etiquette, creating a surprise that attracts the attention of the world.

Motherland, what a warm belonging!

Every time I hear it, I feel proud, and I am deeply grateful for the feat of my ancestors in my heart, and I am determined to hold up the future of the motherland.

The motherland is the expectation of every Chinese person!

The motherland is the most beautiful melody in my heart!

Today we hold the torch of the relay, let us walk with you all the way in the future!

3, "I Love My Motherland".I love my homeland.

Love her surging Yellow River and Yangtze River.

As well as the abundant "North Okura" and "Land of Fish and Rice".

Nurture us to grow.

I love my homeland.

Love her beautiful mountains and rivers, for our curious eyes.

Capture the joy. I love my homeland.

Love her rich "land of abundance".

and "Treasure Island" in the southeast corner

Make the land more fertile.

I love my homeland.

Love her at night in the Pearl of the Orient.

and the faint scent of rice in the countryside.

Intertwined with the achievements of the diversified development of the motherland.

I love my homeland.

Love the contours of the roof of her world.

and the majesty of Mount Everest.

Gather into the pride and happiness of the sons and daughters of China!

I love my homeland.

Love her crystallization that condenses the wisdom of the Chinese children.

Great wall. Standing on the territory of the Chinese nation.

Like an active elf.

I love my homeland.

Love the joy of the harvest of the working people.

and deep wrinkles on their faces.

They are the loveliest people in the world!

I love my homeland.

Love the people, and the soldiers are not afraid of hardships and dangers.

Courage in the face of disaster.

They are worthy of being the descendants of the dragon!

The poems of the Motherland are as follows:

Motherland - Chinese.

I love the motherland, but with a strange love!

Not even my sanity can win it.

Neither the glory of blood, nor the serenity of pious piousness, nor the sacred rumors of ancient times, can stir up the dreams of solace in my heart.

But I love – I don't know why –

The bleak silence of its steppe, its endless forests swaying in the wind, the rushing of its sea-like rushing rivers;

I love to ride the car up the path between the villages, with a slow gaze through the vast night, thinking about my night home, and greeting.

the faint trembling lights of the deserted village beside the road;

I love the light smoke of the wildfires, the chariots and horses that spend the night on the grasslands, the two shimmering birches on the hills of the pale yellow fields.

I have a joy that no one knows.

Looking at the threshing floor full of grain, the farmhouse grass house covered with straw, the small window inlaid with relief window panels;

And on a dewy festival night, in the midst of the drunken peasants' laughter and laughter, watching the dancing with whistles, I could see deeper into the middle of the night.

New China. Originally published in "People**" on October 2, 1949, the author is Tian Ge).

People's Republic of China".

The red flag is displayed, and the gold star is shining.

March of the Volunteers,".

Brave, lively, and solemn.

Thousands of hearts; Thousands of voices, unanimously revolution forward.

New country. It's our mom, and we can't grow up well without her.

Peace-loving people all over the world.

The team is united, listen! Thousands of miles of joy.