What are the poems that praise the motherland in 2020, and what are the poems that praise the mother

Forgive me for not growing up.

I can't share it for you, I can't go to the front.

With my purest love, I kindle the flame of hope.

Forgive me for not being able to grow up with you and not be able to go to Wuhan.

With my simplest hands, I wipe a handful of sweat for you.

I don't have beautiful songs, I don't have flowery language, I only sincerely hope that you will return safely.

The sun and the moon are the proof, the mountains and rivers are the evidence, the sea is the evidence, the heaven and the earth are the evidence, and history will not let go of a bad person, nor will it miss a good person.

You are a beam of light that illuminates the world You are a pen that writes history You are the spring breeze that warms the earth You are the summer rain that watered the mulberry fields You are the autumn leaves that beautify all things You are the winter snow that guards the harvest You are the four seasons that create miracles You are hope that makes despair reborn.

The time of family reunion You are not a good mother Leave your children to go to Wuhan You are not a good child Leave your parents to go to Wuhan No, you are a good mother You treat sick children as your children You are a good child You treat the sick elderly as your relatives You gave up your vacation, cut off your long hair, fell tired in the ward, and paid for it.

Every day when I open my eyes, I see the changes in the numbers Behind the numbers is your busy figure with a capital letter selflessness Bravely moving forward in Wuhan This scenery Majestic mountains and rivers Spring breeze thousands of miles With you sheltering from the wind and rain The great motherland Prosperity and rejuvenation With you moving forward against the wind The brilliance of human nature Shining in the starry sky.

The catastrophe of mankind Let you bear what you owe you cannot be repaid Only live well Only sincere wishes Echo with your heart and take history as a mirror Heaven and earth resonate together to defend our homeland.

Forgive me for not being able to grow up, not being able to share for you, not being able to go to the front line, and using my small strength to make my dedication.

Forgive me for not being able to take risks with you and go to Wuhan with my simple hands to wipe your sweat.

You are a beam of light that illuminates the night, shouldering a glorious mission, heeding the call of the motherland.

The heavens will not forget, and the earth will not forget.

The sun, moon, mountains and rivers will not be forgotten, and history will not forget.

This magnificent psalm makes the power of love shake the soul and pass it on from generation to generation.

1. Celebrate the 100th anniversary of party building.

The vast universe of the sun and the moon shuttle, the world is prosperous and peaceful.

The mountains and rivers of Xuyang Jiuye are beautiful, and Chixian County sings a song of thanks.

2. Seven Laws: Feelings for the 100th Anniversary of the Founding of the Party.

Rolling dark clouds cover Jiuzhou, and workers and peasants are bathed in blood and torrents;

The sickle kills the enemy with pride, and the soldiers are rewarded with ambition;

The spring breeze of reform blows the earth, and the flying color pen paints the blueprint;

Worrying about the people and the country is not ashamed, and the party is built for the public for a hundred years.

3. Ode to the Party Flag in Ancient Style.

The nine-rank party flag is red, and the South Lake wind is smiling and singing.

The love is sprinkled with Xibaipo, and the glow reflects the city of Beijing.

The flag-bearer leads the way, and hundreds of millions of people continue the long march.

Ambition writes ambitions, and harmony runs for rejuvenation!

4. The centenary of the founding of the party is impressive.

The land of China is full of atmosphere, and the ancient world welcomes the soul of Marxism-Leninism.

The anti-Japanese war eliminated the sun and the moon, and changed the dynasty and turned the tide.

The monks of the temple asked about the cycle, and democracy cultivated the roots of Wandai.

Ninety songs of birthday singing, immortality and eternal youth!

5. Commemorating the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party of China.

The flag flutters in Shenzhou for hundreds of years, and the spirit of bloody wind and rain baths.

Generations of ploughing flowers are bright and bright, and they are determined to be more fragrant.

Ask the voice of the question, seek the root, and the journey is dangerous and cautious.

The vicissitudes of the road stained with blood, looking back, the long song to realize the dream of sacrificing the soul.

1, "My Motherland".My motherland, the hail of my beloved motherland.

You are the rooster with your head held high—the silent spring fiber that wakes up the dawn, you are the dragon soaring into the sky—the storm of the times, you are the majestic lion—the majestic wind that dances in China, and you are the origin of human wisdom—igniting the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name, and that is China!

That's China, my motherland.

My beloved motherland.

The poems praising the motherland in 2022 include "I Love This Land", "Motherland, My Dear Motherland", "Prisoner Song", "One Sentence", and "Chinatown".

1, "I Love This Land".

If I were a bird, I would have sung with a hoarse throat: this storm-stricken land, this river of grief that forever rags our grief, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the incomparably gentle dawn that comes from the woods, and then I die, and even my feathers rot in the earth. Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much.

2, "Motherland, My Dear Motherland".

I am the dilapidated old waterwheel by your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years, I am the black miner's lamp on your forehead, according to your groping in the tunnel of history, I am the shriveled ears of rice; It's a roadbed in disrepair, a barge on a silt beach, pulling the rope deep into your shoulder.

O Motherland! I am poverty, I am sorrow, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, and I am the flower that has not fallen to the ground in the sleeves of "Feitian" for thousands of years.

3, "Prisoner Song".

The door for people to enter and exit was locked, the hole for the dog to crawl away was open, and a voice shouted: Crawl out, give you freedom! I longed for freedom, but I also knew that the human body could not crawl out of a dog's hole!

I can only look forward to the day when the fire in the ground will rush and burn this living coffin with me, and I should have eternal life in the fire and blood!

4, "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 suddenly enchanted, and suddenly a thunderbolt in the blue sky burst out: "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, wait until a thunderbolt in the blue sky, and burst: "Our China".

5, "Chinatown".

It is a harbor, dedicated to the native voice of the Chinese, no need to ask where the guest comes from, the light yellow skin color is bright, the stagecoach of Yangzhou, the palace of Chang'an, after the oblivion becomes a kind of cordial, the wind is the sound of history, listen to it, a dream-like soft song, is a castle that never settles soldiers, brings together China's twenty-four flower news, you are the bluegrass that can take root without soil.

China, bless you! You will always be in my heart! China, bless you! Without a thousand words and ten thousand words!!

China will become beautiful.

The clouds and smoke can't stop thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Let go of old dreams and pick up new burdens.

Fearless of wind and rain is a true son and daughter of China.

In the eventful years, we have worked hand in hand.

World, please listen to the Chinese recitation-

Recited Tang poems and Song songs, Yuan Qu Xiaoling, and now recited with high heaven and thick soil, desert long wind.

Reciting the waves in the east, the mountains in the west, reciting the Huangguoshu Waterfall, Hukou Langfeng.

Reciting Lop Nur Yunyan, Xichang Satellite, reciting the South-to-North Water Diversion, and sending gas from the West to the East.

Reciting the ambition of hybrid rice to grow China, and reciting the Three Gorges Dam to stand up the chest of Yan Huang.

The recitation manned spacecraft Shenzhou took off again, and the first voyage of the recitation sea boat around the world was successful.

World, please listen to the Chinese recitation-

The regional context on the map changes daily, documenting the progress of China's urbanization.

Perhaps, the recitation here is still mixed with local accents, but the practice is high-tech association galloping.

Tangible or invisible, silent and sound, listened to by ear, recited by heart.

The recitation is at the speed of China's sustainable development, and the recitation is rapidly improving our national strength.

Recalling the history of China, thinking of the dream of Xuanyuan, watching the posture of the phoenix dance, and watching the shadow of the dragon flying.

The Chinese stand between heaven and earth.

The world is also flying with us.

A righteous and unchanging oath.

The Eastern Dragon, he was shouting.

The blood of the Chinese has been ignited.

No matter how big the challenge is, there is no fear of hardship.

A stubborn will is stronger than iron.

The Chinese dream is no longer far away.

World, please listen to the Chinese recitation-

The loud singing voice floated across the blue sky of the motherland.

The flowers of Shenzhou are more vivid than in the past.

The rise of China makes us worthy of our ancestors.

The land of China has ushered in a new spring.