Kneel and beg for patriotic poems in six hours

China, my motherland.

China, my motherland, is more than 9.6 million square kilometers.

The common home of the descendants of Yan and Huang.

Fifty-six nationalities.

Fifty-six flowers.

Fifty-six languages.

Sing a word together.

China, I love you.

China, my motherland.

No matter where the sons and daughters of China are.

The heart still belongs to China.

She has long been influenced by the culture of China for 5,000 years.

Deeply engraved a sentence.

China, our mother.

Our common home.

My homeland. Perhaps not the most prosperous.

But it is the strongest and unyielding.

Eight-year War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea.

It always shows China.

Indomitable soul.

China, my motherland.

The common home of 1.3 billion Chinese sons and daughters.

Five thousand years of wind and rain.

Five thousand years of vicissitudes.

Together, they have written 5,000 years of Chinese culture.

Motherland, China in my heart.

I love you. As sons and daughters of China.

We're ready to go.

Jointly write a new chapter in China.

Leave an email, I have a lot, send it to you to choose.

Weed: I'm a weed.

It's ordinary, it's ordinary.

I like to hide in the arms of Mother Earth.

Because I am humble.

My mother loved me very much.

It spread me in the alpine plains.

Fertile and barren.

I've got me.

I am grateful to my mother.

I want to repay.

But I don't have the fragrance of flowers.

There is no such thing as a tree.

I have only humility.

But my mother did not dislike me.

It is the same for me as for other children and grandchildren.

Rain, sunshine, blue sky.

I can have all of that.

Finally, finally, I was able to dress my mother in green in the spring.

Summer can give my mother a little shade.

Autumn can shield my mother from the wind.

I can keep my mother warm in winter.

Ah, my dear mother.

My roots are firmly planted in your heart.

You feed me with your life.

Now I also want to repay you with everything I have [I wrote it myself, I don't know if it is not].

Patriotic poems:

1.Du Fu's "Spring Hope": "The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. 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. ”

2 Li Qingzhao's "Summer Quatrain": "Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost." So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. ”

3 Fan Chengda's "State Bridge": "The north and south of the State Bridge are Heavenly Streets, and my father will drive back in his old age. Holding back tears, he asked the messenger: 'When will the six armies really come?'"

4 Lin Sheng's "Title Lin'an Residence": "Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, when will the West Lake sing and dance. The warm wind smokes the tourists drunk, and makes Hangzhou Bianzhou. ”

5 Lu You's "Shi'er": "When you die, you know that everything is empty, but you can't see the same sorrow in Kyushu." Wang Shi set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Naiweng. ”

6 Lu You's "Autumn Night Will Dawn Out of the Fence to Welcome the Cool Feeling": "30,000 miles of people in the east of the river, 5,000 are still on the sky. The bereaved people were in tears, and they looked south to Wang Shi for another year. ”

7 Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang": "Once the hardships are encountered, there are few stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs. The panicked beachhead said panic, and the zero ding sighed in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat. ”

8 Yu Qian's "Lime Yin": "Thousands of hammers chiseled out of the deep mountains, and the fire burned as if it were idle. Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world. ”

Out of the Tang Dynasty, Wang Changling, Qin Shimingyue, Han Shiguan, a fool, Taojiang County.

When the majestic Huabiao puts the upright body in the dawn, when the majestic Tiananmen Square ushers in the rising sun.

In the ears of history, there is the rumbling echo of the salute, the echo of the mountains and seas, which is the echo of the vicissitudes of China.

A giant overlooks the world, a loud voice, the whole world hears, the People's Republic of China was founded!

When the first five-star red flag was raised, the banner of victory fluttered in the wind in the bright sky, the people raised their heads, the whole world saw it, and the Chinese people stood up from then on!

In a word, smell a lot.

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 a sudden enchantment, and suddenly a thunderbolt broke out in the blue sky:

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, and wait until a thunderbolt on a sunny day, bursting:

Our China! ”