Poems in praise of the 60th anniversary of the motherland 20

O Motherland, my dear Motherland.

O motherland, my dear motherland, on this day of your 60th anniversary, I want to sing a song for you, a soulful song.

Five thousand years, five thousand years of creation and five thousand years of exploration.

From 1840 to 1949, it was a wave in the long river of history, but for my motherland, it was blood and tears, iron and fire.

You wake up the sleeping lion in blood and tears, and you are reborn in the clash of iron and iron.

O motherland, my dear motherland, sixty years, another moment of wind and rain, you have dismantled the old waterwheel, polished the lights of the road, and the stranded barge has been integrated into the long river of memory.

Flying is no longer a dream for the Chinese.

The sea will be at the mercy of the Chinese.

You have awakened one sleeping land after another, and your clarion call of revival has shocked the whole world.

I am a small village by the Yellow River, thousands of years of unchanged and thirty years of great changes, the broken thatched hut has faded into the corner of history.

I am a paddy field on the bank of the Yangtze River, the same land has grown different results after thousands of years of unchanged and 30 years of great changes.

At the beginning of reform and opening up, when we looked at the world in amazement, we were shocked and overwhelmed by the rigidity of thinking, the backwardness of technology, and the collapse of the economy.

After the post-30s, the world is once again paying attention: what kind of China is this?

What kind of China is this:

Confucius, Mencius, Lao Tzu and his grandsons, gunpowder, papermaking, compass and printing have all passed through the 5,000-year-old beacon fire.

What kind of China is this:

The Tianshan Mountains, Kunlun are the jade pillars of the sky, and the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are the mother rivers that feed the Chinese nation.

The five mountains guard the ancient land and brew a proud temperament.

What kind of China is this:

You have a graceful and noble appearance, you have a broad and profound bearing, you can be modest, you can dream of butterflies, but you will never be reluctant.

This is my homeland!

This is my homeland!

This is my homeland!

Cheer for China"{1] The age of information is slowly coming, the flowers of the Internet are slowly blooming, and the young feelings of young China are slowly growing up. [2] The bell of the National Day is slowly coming 09 Autumn is destined to be wonderful Years of paying for years and years of anticipation Just for the sound of the rise to be opened. [3] Oh, although we can't be undefeated in the East, although we were not very wonderful in the past, but one day, we will definitely let the world understand, understand thoroughly.

4: Oh Cheers for China! It is the expectation of all the people, adults and children, please hold the fluorescent stick high and wave your enthusiastic hands to cheer for China!

Oh! Come on, come on, win more medals in the competition, everyone come together to cheer for China!

The poems that celebrate the 100th anniversary of the motherland are:

1. The party is the sun, and I am the flower. It was you who gave us the warmth of the sun; It was you who gave us a warm spring breeze; You are the one who gave us the wings to fly!

2. I like to see the 100th anniversary of the founding of the party, and the wind and clouds are surging and everything is new. The reform has written a new chapter, and the mountains and rivers of the motherland have changed.

3. The spring and autumn of a hundred years is long, and the red boat guides the brilliance. The pioneers chase the strong with blood, and the rulers are benevolent and deter ghosts and wolves.

4. The sparks of Nanhu Lake are burning all over the sky, illuminating China for a hundred years. Tear down the three mountains and shock the world, and realize the four transformations into the paradise. The green mountains are beautiful and picturesque, and the purple plug is solid and solid. The journey is dangerous, and the navigation ship is sailing.

5. The ship starts the dawn of Nanhu Lake, and goes forward to cast the soul of loyalty; The country is fortunate to have a flag bearer, and the splendid Shenzhou is spring. Siyuan Mo stands on the monument, and the martyrs are glorious; Roll up your sleeves and work hard, clean up corruption and promote honesty and make meritorious contributions.

My motherland, 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.