Poems about praising the times

Poems about praising the times 1. What are the poems about eulogizing the new era

1. "Praising China for Forty Years of Reform and Opening-up" Modern: Zhao Chunshuang

The spring breeze of reform and opening-up is warm, and Kyushu is sunny.

after 4 years of development, the return of Hong Kong and Macao has finally come true.

The Belt and Road Initiative is a new chapter, and the prosperity of the country is unprecedented.

under the guidance of the well-off target party, the old look of the country has changed.

2, "Celebrating Forty Years of Reform and Opening-up" Modern: Wang Biyan

Forty years of reform, China has turned upside down.

China's economy is growing rapidly, and its military and national defense can take the lead.

scientific and technological innovation strives for a model, and Li min enjoys happiness and competes with immortals.

At present, with the continuous opening-up, world prosperity is just around the corner.

3, "Beautiful New Era" Modern: Zhang Qixi

Autumn wind, bringing fragrance.

chrysanthemums in the frost offer patches of wheatgrass for a season.

kiss the afterglow of the sunset, and love overflows your gentle eyes.

Looking at the peaceful fields, passion flies to the poem.

Listen to the Yellow River gurgling, carrying countless history of suffering.

how many memories are accumulated after watching the river and sand.

devastation is your old face.

The hardships of childhood left an indelible mark.

wind, frost, snow and rain, half a century of fighting.

a long history, the footprint of 5, years of civilization.

The long river of history is rolling with the heroic waves of the past.

The strings of time are playing today's brilliant melody!

4, "Forty Chapters of Shenzhou" is modern: Ye Yishen

Forty years have passed, and the whip is fast enough to see the spirit.

let go of your hands and feet to start a business, and the country is full of spring.

5, "Acura New Era" Modern: Deng Jiyue

clouds after clouds, raising the sails.

a pair of hands, waving the most beautiful brush.

drink a blue, and sketch the green notes of the earth.

The spring breeze and spring rain sang a happy time for us.

the mountains and waters show us the picture of the times.

Walking into the plateau of the heart, spring tides are surging everywhere in the motherland.

Look at the stretched colorful flags and listen to the roaring of machines.

who will be attracted by this fantastic scene?

Smiling faces are filled with the blessings of spring.

Warm greetings are all grateful links.

blend eastern and western civilizations, and collect the extensive wisdom of Chinese children.

let's sing a song together! We live in a happy new era!

2. What are the poems that eulogize the new era

1. "Praise for Forty Years of Reform and Opening-up in China" Modern: Zhao Chunshuang's reform and opening-up is spring breeze, and Kyushu is sunny.

after 4 years of development, the return of Hong Kong and Macao has finally come true. The Belt and Road has a new chapter, and the prosperity of the country is unprecedented.

under the guidance of the well-off target party, the old look of the country has changed. 2, "Celebrating Forty Years of Reform and Opening-up" Modern: Wang Biyan's 4 years of reform, China has turned upside down.

China's economy is growing rapidly, and its military and national defense can take the lead. Scientific and technological innovation strives for a model, and the people enjoy happiness and compete with the gods.

At present, with the continuous opening-up, world prosperity is just around the corner. 3, "A Beautiful New Era" Modern: Zhang Qixi's autumn wind, sending a lingering fragrance.

chrysanthemums in the frost offer patches of wheatgrass for a season. Kiss the afterglow of the sunset, and love overflows your gentle eyes.

Looking at the peaceful fields, passion flies to the poem. Listen to the Yellow River gurgling, carrying countless history of suffering.

how many memories are accumulated after watching the river and sand. Ruined, is your old face.

The hardships of childhood left an indelible mark. Wind, frost, snow and rain, half a century of fighting.

a long history, the footprint of 5, years of civilization. The long river of history is rolling with the heroic waves of the past.

The strings of time are playing today's brilliant melody! 4, "The New Chapter of Forty Scores of Shenzhou" Modern: Ye Yishen has been new for forty years, and he is eager to see the spirit. Let go of your hands and feet to start a business, and Guotai Min 'an is full of spring.

5, "Acura New Era" is modern: Deng Jiyue jumps over clouds and raises her sails. A pair of hands, waving the most beautiful brush.

drink a blue, and sketch the green notes of the earth. Spring breeze and spring rain sang a happy time for us.

the mountains and waters show us the picture of the times. Entering the plateau of the heart, the spring tide is surging everywhere in the motherland.

Look at the stretched colorful flags and listen to the roaring of machines. Who will be attracted by this fantastic scene? Smiling faces are filled with the blessings of spring.

Warm greetings are all grateful links. Blend eastern and western civilizations, and collect the extensive wisdom of Chinese children.

let's sing a song together! We live in a happy new era.

3. I need to praise the poetry of the new era, but I

just found an OK one. Sorry ~

The autumn wind

sends a faint fragrance

Chrysanthemum in the frost

Offering patches of wheatgrass all season

Kissing the afterglow of the sunset, love overflows into gentle eyes

Looking at the fields peacefully

Passion flies to the poem

Listening to the Yellow River gurgling

Carrying countless suffering histories

Watching the rivers and sands sink < > left an indelible mark

wind, frost, snow and rain

half a century's fighting

a long journey

the footprint of 5, years of civilization

the long river of history

rolled the heroic waves of the past

the strings of time

played the brilliant melody of today!

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4. Poems about praising friendship indicate the time and author

farewell to vice-prefect du setting out for his official post in shu, Wang Bo

by this wall that surrounds the three Qin districts, through a mist that makes five rivers one we bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood why should you linger at the fork of the road, children * * * stained towels.

Wang Wei sent Yuan Er as an envoy to Anxi

. The guest house is green and the willow color is new. I advise you to drink more wine, and there is no reason for people to go out of Yangguan in the west.

"at hibiscus inn parting with xin jian" Wang Changling

Cold rain enters Wu at night, and the relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, and a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot.

For Wang Lun "Li Bai

Li Bai was about to leave by boat when he heard singing on the shore. The peach blossom pool was deep. Not as good as Wang Lun's

Yellow Crane Tower, a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou > Li Bai

The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The lonely sail was far away and the blue sky was empty, only the Yangtze River flowed in the sky.

a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home, Cen Can

the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky, is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains and fox fur were not warm but thin. The general's horn bow could not be controlled. And the metal of armour congeals on the men the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, Wan Li Ning, but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, when they went there, it was snowy all over the mountain road. When the mountain turned around, you couldn't see the horse, and there was a place to walk over the snow.

Liu Yong in Yulinling

was chilling, and the pavilion was late, and the shower began to rest.

Everyone was in a daze, nostalgic, and blue boat. I have no words to choke.

I miss-I go to a thousand miles of smoke and waves, and the dusk sinks into Chu Tiankuo. Affection hurts parting since ancient times, and it is even worse to neglect the Clear Autumn Festival. Where do you wake up tonight, Yang Liuan, the evening wind is fading. After years, it should be a good time and a good scene. There are thousands of customs. Who should I talk to?

5. Write a poem praising the development of the times in the motherland

Ode to the motherland ———————————————————— Years bear the footsteps of history and the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I think of the motherland and am full of passion for the motherland. Here I will sing the motherland for you. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of accumulated civilization with a history of thousands of years. You are the waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River covered with white snow in Tianshan Mountains. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The surging river is your breathing and boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and all the motherland of my life. Motherland-you are a cry of Tiananmen Gate, a flaming flame of socialism, a clarion call of the people's revolution, a sail sailing through the wind and waves, you are strong, confident and progressive, and the grand blueprint of avant-garde socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun from the east is spraying your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are a spring breeze on the coast of the South China Sea, a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, a set of derricks in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill, boldness and great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The people's smiles are written about your great motherland-you have created life and transformed the motherland of the world. Motherland-you are the flag of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are the warrior who defends the truth and nurtures your children. You are honest, loving, strong and kind. The people of the world admire your mind. Chinese children appreciate your motherly motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and sent the dawn of peace. Motherland, motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You are clear through the ages. Firmly for Intel, you are kind and loving, defending green and peace. We are proud of being your children. We are proud of having such a motherland-we are United with you. We hold you forward. Your children firmly believe that the future of the motherland is better, the future of the world is better and the future of mankind is better.

6. Poems about Chinese praise

Ode to the Motherland 1 Years bear the footsteps of history, and the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. Walking at the beginning of the century, I think of the motherland and am full of passion-here I sing the motherland for you. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of accumulated civilization with a history of thousands of years. You are the waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River covered with white snow in Tianshan Mountains. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The surging river is your breathing and boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and all the motherland of my life. Motherland-you are a cry of Tiananmen Gate, a flaming flame of socialism, a clarion call of the people's revolution, a sail sailing through the wind and waves, you are strong, confident and progressive, and the grand blueprint of avant-garde socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun from the east is spraying your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are a spring breeze on the coast of the South China Sea, a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, a set of derricks in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill, boldness and great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The people's smiles are written about your great motherland-you have created life and transformed the motherland of the world. Motherland-you are the flag of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are the warrior who defends the truth and nurtures your children. You are honest, loving, strong and kind. The people of the world admire your mind. Chinese children appreciate your motherly motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and sent the dawn of peace. Motherland, motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You are clear through the ages, and you are steadfast in your kindness and love for Ingner. Defending green and peace, we are proud to be your children, proud to have such a motherland-we are United with you, we hold you forward, and your children firmly believe in a better tomorrow for the motherland, a better tomorrow for the world and a better tomorrow for mankind. This poetic name pervades your every season. It was the white dove who woke up the first morning in October under the blue sky! Motherland, I love you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream drip with sweetness, and let all the voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds all over the sky for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your luxuriant life. The first October is always like tears, full of echoes * * * and the voice of China extends through your heart to the most passionate surge. Motherland ... For whom is the crown of October worn? On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus fragrans and the sound of harvest drums. I recalled the historical voices carved on white marble, and my thoughts have changed. How can the mountains and rivers of Wan Li not edify my beautiful character and integrity? ! The rising October has been contested in Qian Fan and my singing. My motherland has turned into a group of high-flying white doves, which are vibrating and vibrating ... Motherland Poetry 3 I am the worn-out old waterwheel beside your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years. I am the miner's lamp on your forehead, and you are groping in the tunnel of history. I am the withered ear of rice; It's the disrepair roadbed or the barge on the silt beach that pulls the rope deep into your shoulder-motherland! I'm poor, I'm sad, I'm the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that hasn't fallen to the ground for thousands of years-motherland, I'm your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I'm the germ of your snow-covered ancient lotus, I'm your laughing nest with tears, I'm the newly painted white starting line, the crimson dawn is spreading-motherland, I'm one billion of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters, and you feed the lost with scarred breasts.