Can anyone tell me if the following poems are poems in praise of the motherland

Neither. These are basically poems in which the poet describes a fragment of his own life.

"Qinyuan Spring. Snow

Sent the White Emperor City early, and looked at Dongting Lake to give Zhang Chengxiang.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds. The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

This poem is full of scenes, deep feelings, subtle and concise, concise and concise, fully embodying the artistic style of "depression and frustration". And this poem has a compact structure, centering on the word "hope", the first four sentences are lyrical and scene-combined. The poet looks from the height to the focal perspective, from far to near, and the feelings from the weak to the strong, implicitly conveying the poet's sighs and indignation in this cross-transformation of feelings and scenery.

From the beginning of the description of the scenery of the national capital, to the tears of seeing the spring flowers, and hearing the birdsong and resentment; Write about the war for a long time, so that there is no news at home, and finally write about his grievances and decrepit filial piety, which are intertwined and progressive, creating a realm that can arouse people's resonance and deep thought. It expresses the typical feelings generated in the typical context of the times, reflects the good wishes of the people of the same era to love the country and look forward to peace, and expresses the inner voice of everyone. It also shows the poet's noble emotions of worrying about the country and the people, and feeling sad from time to time.

Don Bai Juyi; Gushan Temple is in the west of Jia Ting, and the water surface is low at the beginning of the clouds. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud. The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the asakusa can have no horseshoe.

The favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade. Tang Liu Yuxi, Yang Liu, Qingjiang level, Wen Lang Jiang, singing. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and the road is sunny and sunny.

How is Don Du Fu Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu Qingwei is gone. Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk.

Swing the chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and decide to return to the bird. It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance. Tang Du Mu thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind.

There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain. Tang Zhanghu; Jinling Jindu water mountain building, a night of pedestrians are worried. In the slanting moon of the night river at the ebb and flow, two or three stars of fire are Guazhou.

Don Lee Bai; The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen. Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, Baiyunsheng has a home.

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. For example, the Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's "Wangyue" swings his chest and gives birth to stratus clouds, and he decides to return to the bird. It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance.

This poem is mainly written about the white clouds of the day, or the small birds and ravines in the mountains, and the beautiful scenery in front of them is back and forth in the eyes. At this time, you must climb to the top of Mount Tai on the oak source, overlooking the mountains, full of pride.

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 dawn that comes 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......

Ode to the Motherland Author; Huang Zude text; China has been poor and weak for a hundred years, and a thunderstorm has changed the sky. There are many bumps in the road to exploration, and I am deeply happy and cross a new era.

The title of the poem in praise of the motherland.

"The Vast Motherland".

How vast, how magnificent.

This is the land of China.

9.6 million square kilometers.

This is the land of China.

The grains are abundant, and the melons and fruits are sweet.

The cattle and sheep are fat and strong, and the people live happily and peacefully.

Ah, the land of China, the land of China.

Beautiful and fertile land.

The rivers are clear and the mountains are verdant.

This is the land of China.

Miracles happen all the time.

This is the land of China.

The Yellow River and the Yangtze River ripple through the ages.

This is the land of China.

The city and countryside have changed dramatically, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful.

All industries are prosperous, and the people are happy.

Ah, the land of China, the land of China.

Beautiful and fertile land.

You are the dragon that soars from the nine heavens.

Waves blooming.

You are the spring rain sprinkled in the clouds.

Converge into a river of love.

Thousands of years of cultural customs.

Become the spirit of my country.

The gold star twinkling on the flag.

It was the tears of the revolutionary predecessors that flickered.

The course of development and progress in various places.

Left a mark on the land of China.

The fertility of the land in that homeland.

It has nurtured a large country with a large population.

A spaceship soaring through space.

It is the exploration of countless wisdom crystallization.

Look at the flags waving in space.

Tears from billions of people moistened their eye sockets.

This is my homeland.

The clarion call for reform and opening up resounded in all corners.

Thirty years of joint efforts.

It is widely recognized to be a powerful country in the world.

This is my homeland.

It has the pulse of the unity of the people of all ethnic groups.

The baptism of disaster after disaster.

It has shaped the soul of the nation that is tightly embraced.

This is my homeland.

The blood flowed into her heart.

auspicious clouds fluttering around the world.

A roaring flame erupted.

This is my homeland.

Let our new generation of young people dedicate themselves.

Carry the heavy lifting on your shoulders.

Sing loudly and loudly in the sky.

This is my homeland.

My love for her is seared deep into my bones.

I would like to give everything I have for her.

Yes! My beloved motherland.

My motherland, have you ever remembered, Sixty years ago, in the midst of the wind and rain, in the midst of a thousand holes, you stood up tremblingly.

Tell the world with a sonorous voice:

I'm on my feet!

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!

My motherland, you are the cactus in the desert, absorbing nutrients, striving for sunlight, defeating drought, defeating barrenness, going through hardships but persevering, rooted in the earth and endlessly, with your thin body, sheltering the peace of all directions.

My motherland, hardships and hardships, Yuru is successful, reminiscing about the past, glorious years!

Reform and opening up has opened your future, you have come in great strides, strides forward, self-reliance, self-improvement, from food and clothing to a well-off, you show the world the wonderful Asian majesty, you show the people of all countries the charm of China!

My motherland, 60 years of tempering, the Xiangyun torch has completed your dream of a hundred years of Olympic Games, the world is watching you, and the people are embracing you!

My motherland, you are my pride, I cheer for you.

My motherland, looking to the future, the road ahead is still difficult and dangerous, however, glory and dreams will always burn in our hearts!

I pray deeply for you, my motherland, and I wish you all the best.