Poems of the descendants of the Chinese people of Yan and Huang

1. Poems about the children of China

Poems about the children of China 1. Poems about the descendants of the Chinese people, the descendants of Yan and Huang, the descendants of the Chinese earth dragon

Look at the hometown of dragons - -China! Look at its splendid rivers and mountains, look at its beauty and richness! The most worth seeing is: watching the descendants of the dragon, watching them sacrifice themselves for the sake of beautiful rivers and mountains, and spread their blood all over the mountains and rivers! The brave sons and daughters of China will never forget the shame of China, the burning of the Old Summer Palace, the treaty of ceding land, the Nanjing Massacre... I believe that the descendants of the dragon will remember them one by one in their hearts, and in the future, blood debts will be repaid with blood. ! This is the descendant of the dragon, the descendant of the stubborn and tenacious dragon.

2. Asking for an acrostic poem about "Chinese children have no love for the world"

Entering the WTO

Being born poor and hunting is difficult

Obtain the true biography from a famous teacher

Try your hand at a small test and join the army

Practice hard in Tiansheng Yuanzhong

Experience

Begin to hunt for treasures in Chaoge Hidden

Cong Yu's tomb kills and disappears

Banquan Military Camp saves the remaining souls

Defending Nanjun to eliminate swordsmen

Inside Xuanyuan Terrace Saving Qingzheng

Destroying Suohun in the Autumn Maple Plains

Cutting down the welding bandits in the Xilie Wasteland

The waves surge by Ninghai Island

Lin Haixianghun kills black eyes

The decisive battle with the Langya Changgu Clan

Dongli Grassland punishes Xiang'er

Meeting the pharmacist in the Muxiu Rainforest

Chishui Xuantian breaks Qingfeng

I swear to be the phantom body to torture the god of fire

I will cast myself as a god of magic and follow my heart

The boss of the phantom sea is also ruthless

Your smiles are in the blue sky

Your footprints are on the land of China

Your friendship is in Qianqian’s heart

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Love

If you are the main melody

I am the rhythm, the notes, the starlight

The rhythm sounds because of you

The notes dance for you

The starlight only shines on you

I want the breeze to blow over your face

I want the air to fill your surroundings

I would like to be like the clouds hovering around your horizon

Home

The rivers and lakes are turbulent and the competition is endless.

The sons and daughters of China are the first to bear the brunt.

Protect your family and clan, and treat death as if you are home.

Love, hate, and hatred are all in it.

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Hit the Dragon Qixing Ridge

Well-behaved, cute and lovable

Loyal, perfect and brave

I will never abandon you for the rest of your life

Enlightenment

Lin Hai's thunder passes through the sword without a trace

The heart moves by the solitary shadow under the sun

The blue silk skirt moves with the wind Gone with the Wind

Fantasy and secrets become infinite

Hidden

The battles in the rivers and lakes are too confusing

Stay away from the Three Kingdoms and there will be less smoke

Unload Jia returns to his fields and returns to Beijun

Seeing through the world of mortals and feeling at ease

Repair

Now I go to the South China Sea to find the true God

The scenery is as beautiful as spring in all seasons

Farewell to old friends for a year or two

Zhicheng returns to discuss Penglai

3. Paragraphs describing outstanding Chinese people

There is no standard for this, I recommend it Two articles that I personally like very much.

The author is at the end of the world in a small building. "A Person's Sacrifice" Many years later, I think I will still remember this day, remember the music of Shao music that sounded like that day, remember the Analects of Confucius sung by the tender voice of a child, remember the solemn memorial text in the cold wind, and remember the grand performance.

But today, under the sun and among the crowd, although my eyes are full of prosperity and my ears are full of noise, I still just hold a lonely heart and rush to that scene - A person's sacrifice 2004 AD year, the 600th anniversary of the founding of Tianjin. This year, the Tianjin Municipal Government has indeed launched many cultural activities, including Yangliuqing, Mazu Festival, Examination Exhibition, and now the Confucius Ceremony.

To save traditional culture, even the government that loves tower opera singing is aware of its importance. The rise of the Chinese nation seems destined to rely on the splendid civilization left to us by our ancestors. China is about to lose its country, and its cultural renaissance is imminent, but they seem to have ignored the most superficial things, the "clothes" on their bodies.

Is a piece of clothing really that important? I often lament the magic of the Chinese characters created by our ancestors. One person and one piece of clothing are "support". If one loses one's clothes, one will have no one to rely on, just like floating on the ground. Is there such a serious difference between this piece of clothing and that piece of clothing? What distinguishes people apart from their skin color is probably their clothes.

Clothes are not only used to cover the body, but also to dress up. They are also used to express a state of mind and a pursuit. Different clothes make different people.

I remember Wan He Tingsong from Hanwang wrote an article on clothing aesthetics, saying that suits pursue three-dimensional beauty, full-length suits pursue complex beauty, while Hanfu pursues the beauty of nature and the unity of man and nature. This beauty permeates every aspect of Chinese culture.

The sacrifice to Confucius is of course not a pile of bones, but a thought. Etiquette is not meant to be pretentious, but to express reverence.

If it were not for the sacrifice of Confucius in Hanfu, then this ritual would be reduced to a mere formality, and the cultural appeal would be as empty as a piece of edict, deceiving those ignorant people under the power of the declining dynasty. I firmly believe that today, when Western ideological trends are rampant, only Han culture can undertake the historical mission of reversing China's destiny, and Hanfu is the link that continues the severed civilization.

So I went, even though it was just a dark coat, even though it was a little thin in the biting cold wind, and even though it had the tragic feel of going to a meeting alone, I still smiled at the surprised looks from around me. There is no way to explain it, and there is no way to explain it. It was a sacrifice for a person.

When all the flowers were gone, I stood stubbornly in front of the altar. There was no music, no rituals, no dancing, but a heart that truly worshiped Confucius. Many people take pictures of me. No need to explain. Ordinary eyes can always see beauty.

There are many pains that cannot be healed. Fortunately, I have been able to tolerate them with a clear heart. I am still just being myself - a deep garment, a belief, and a person. . Many years later, I think I will remember this day as a grand sacrifice, a call for Confucian culture, and a group of Chinese people who respect tradition.

However, I still insist on believing that this is a person's sacrifice - white clothes are better than snow and are not stained by dust. "Singing in a Low Sing for Hanfu" The jianjia is green, the white dew is like frost, the so-called beauty is on the side of the water.

If you follow it for backtracking, the road is blocked and long. If you follow it for backtracking, it will be in the middle of the water. ——"Book of Songs Qin Feng" When I climb the ancient city wall, when I caress the decayed pillars, when I lean on the railing and look into the distance excitedly, there is always a trace of sourness rushing into my throat, and I always hear a loud voice. Say: Remember? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang.

Someone told me that there once was a big fish that lived in Beiming. It turned into a giant bird and soared between heaven and earth. The giant bird has wings like clouds hanging from the sky. It can soar even though it is ninety thousand miles away.

The sages have given us a mind that can encompass the universe and created a broad and magnificent palace for us. At that time, there was a strange young man named Ji Kang. Before he was executed, he played a perfect song. His broad robe and belt were flying in the wind. He faced death with the most elegant attitude.

Thousands of years have passed, but there are still lingering sounds, but he doesn’t know that what is really cut off is not the music score, but his pride and even the clothes on his body. I also dreamed of going back to the Tang Dynasty and traveling around with a poet named Li Bai. What he drank with was the cold light on the edge of his sword, and his lover was the moon in the sky.

I once saw him wandering under the moon, singing loudly, with his hairband blown open by the strong wind, and his robes flowing like an immortal. But then the emperor changed. He supported the literati with a glass of wine and abandoned the generals.

His descendants eventually hid in paradise on earth and gave up large tracts of land.

However, in the cold north, an army was fighting on the battlefield. The enemies said that we could not win the battle as long as the Yue family's army was present.

It is a pity that the heroes were tabooed and the slanderers were high-spirited. A ray of loyal soul finally dissipated beside the West Lake. The spirit of a nation died irreversibly. However, in the bloody sunset, I vaguely saw someone inserting it into the soil. It was a tassel gun that the general had used. It would rather break than bend.

The wheel of time wandered slowly and finally lost its direction in Jiashen. So on the bank of Slender West Lake, on Meihua Ridge, an ancestral hall was built to commemorate this tragedy.

The frail scholar named Shi Kefa was unwilling to let go of his high bun, let alone take off the clothes left to him by his ancestors, so he decided to live or die with the city. I lost my life and saved my faith. Cruel killings, like mountains of corpses, cannot bury the spirit of the nation. Some people believe that thousands of years later, it will still shine on the land of China.

Today, thousands of years later, I sit in the hall of McDonald's, I wear Gucci fashion, I sing my heart will go on casually, but I feel sad for no reason, because I listen to A voice said loudly: Have you forgotten? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang. I remember, a group of jackals with brown hair and blue eyes, armed with strong ships and cannons, demolished our temples and destroyed our palaces.

So today, a hundred years later, we understand democracy and freedom, but forget about ethics. We have musical prodigies, but we don’t know how to recruit palace merchants. We can build high-rise buildings, but there is no room for a merit arch. , we are wearing suits and leather shoes, but we have lost our clothes. Where, that land of etiquette? Where is my son of the Han family? Why do you say I behave abnormally when I wear the most beautiful clothes? Why do you say that the Han costume that I cherish so much belongs to Fusang? Why do you always treat my sincere confession as a joke? Why am I dripping with heat.

4. Poems about the sons and daughters of China

My motherland, the motherland that I deeply love.

You are the rooster with your head high-----awakening the silence of dawn, you are the dragon soaring into the sky------domesticating the times, you are the majestic lion-- ----Dance the majestic wind of China, you are the origin of human wisdom-----ignite the spark of civilization. You have a sacred name, that is China! That is China, my motherland.

The motherland that I deeply love. I deeply love my motherland, my beating heart beats the pulse of five thousand years, I deeply love my motherland, my surging blood rushes the waves of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, I deeply love my motherland My motherland, my yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors, I deeply love my motherland, my black eyes reveal a humble smile, I deeply love my motherland, my strong character stands tall like Mount Tai I love my motherland deeply, and the vast sea is filled with all my sustenance.

My motherland, lovely China, you have created a glorious history and you have raised a great nation. I am proud of your longevity. Thousands of years of strong winds cannot break your straight back. I am proud of your strength, which has withstood internal and external troubles and weathered the years.

I am proud of your light. The Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny. I am proud of your spirit. The reform and opening up are majestic and courageous. My lovely motherland, no matter where I go, I hold your strong arm. No matter where I live, you warm my heart.

My lovely motherland, you hold the rudder of the new century. You use speed and strength to create miracles that shock the world.

With your hard work and wisdom, you have carried out another more brilliant development! Motherland, motherland, you are always full of hope, motherland, motherland, you are always full of vigor! My motherland, the mountains and rivers across the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are everywhere showing a splendid journey, like the light of a golden lamp illuminating the sails of the voyage. My motherland, you use your wise soul to lead the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland like flowers. Delicately depicts the brilliance of the East. My motherland is as beautiful as flowers. From your spirit, from your blueprint, I understand the burning soul and the hardships of opening up a glorious tomorrow. My motherland has your delicate beauty from the frontier to the coast. I have simplicity in my heart. I will be full of deep feelings and hope that the motherland will be more prosperous and dazzling. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River, and the Great Wall have created eternal rivers and mountains. Reform, opening up, and development have lit up the world's vision. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. My motherland is like the dawn of the sun. With a firm belief, the surging fighting spirit will be turned into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The great motherland, the cradle of Eastern civilization, is like a running train facing the dawn of the century, holding up burning faith and rushing towards a more glorious future.

5. An ancient poem about the Yellow River nurturing the children of China~

Liangzhou Ci Tang·Wang Zhihuan The Yellow River is far up among the white clouds, and there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.

Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. Climbing the Stork Tower, Wang Zhihuan of the Tang Dynasty, the sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to see a thousand miles away, take it to the next level. Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty sent him to the fortress and wanted to ask about the border. He belonged to the country and passed by Juyan.

Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian. The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.

When Xiao Guan met Hou Qi, they all protected Yan Ran. Will Enter the Wine Tang Li Bai If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return.

If you don’t see me, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening. If you are proud of life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don’t let the golden cup stand empty against the moon! It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent.

If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups! Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink, don’t stop! A song with you, please listen to me! Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time! In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names! In the old days, King Chen had a banquet, drinking and drinking, and had a lot of fun. Why does the master say so little money? It's up to you to decide what to sell.

Five-flowered horses, thousands of gold furs, your voice will be exchanged for fine wine, the Yellow River, you are the cradle of the nation, the five thousand years of ancient culture originated from you, and how many heroic stories are played around you..." . The lyrics of "Ode to the Yellow River" tell the long history of the Yellow River and sing the immortal achievements of the Yellow River.

The Yellow River is the second largest river in my country and a world-famous giant river - excerpted from "The Yellow River." "Crossing the Yellow River" [Ming Dynasty] Li Dongyang first launched his boat in front of the Qingkou Station, and the water was like a string in the east of Changhuai River.

He urged the two oars to cross the river, and the strong wind swept the sand to the seashore all night long. , Waves and winds blow from the end of the world.

Now we go straight to the Milky Way, and we go to the home of the Morning Bull and the Weaver Girl. (Liu Zhongyong of the Tang Dynasty, "Zhengren's Resentment") The Yellow River flows through the east sky, and the white sun sets over the west sea. (Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Ancient Style") The balcony is separated by the Chu River, and the spring grass grows in the Yellow River. The Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River sent out the Kunlun Five-Colored River, and a stream of yellow turbidity passed through Zhongzhou.

The Yellow River - the totem of the Chinese nation. In the first movement, Yuanhun flies on a Kunpeng and spreads its wings. Overlooking the rushing Yellow River, from the shores of Shuangling Lake, the roof of the world in Qinghai, to the wetland bay of Dongying Special Economic Zone, Shandong, around the foot of Kunlun Mountain, across the Loess Plateau and across the Central Plains. The hanging river in the northwest and southeast is surging in nine curves, the fog and rain are rising, the wind is clear, and the fierce yellow dragon is flying and waving its arms. Thousands of mulberry fields in China are inlaid with mountains and rivers. The Yellow River - the cradle of the soul of the Chinese nation. The second movement. The giant python wanders around the world and plays with its animalistic rage. It floods the ancient world. Yu controlled water with wise prescriptions and soothed the near-hung water conservancy. He built a canal and irrigated the fertile fields. He cultivated rice, millet, blue waves, golden ears, and fragrant rice. Ten thousand tons of fragrant rice nourished the children of the Chinese nation. Birds came to the phoenix and autumn red. Orchards were rumbled with the sound of broken vegetables. Descendants of Yan and Huang are connected by blood. The Yellow River is the cradle of the Chinese nation. The third movement is heroic. Enemies invade the territory and humiliate the children. The world is horrified. Hearing the roar of the Yellow River stirs up the heart and calls the nation to rise up and fight. Heroes are heroic. Follow the mainstay of the Yellow River. The Great Wall links arms to drive away ghosts and monsters, the Yangtze River joins hands with Anbang to eradicate harm, and stands firm with iron bones. The wanderers in the East China Sea are out in the Yanhuang style. The Yellow River - the spirit of the Chinese nation. The fourth movement is divine. The waves of the Yellow River are thousands of miles away. Two bombs and one star are used to scare away the cows and ghosts. The blueprint for opening up the coastal and western development is grand and water-control soil. Source areas of lost vegetation: Jingwei, Qinghuikan, Sanmen Junction Power Station, ghosts and gods retreating, Youlangdi Dam project, sunrise and moonlight, reform and opening up, fruitful results, Hong Kong and Macau return to place, Mainland, Taiwan, Three Links, Five Gods, Six Yangs, my country's Majesty, Yellow River - Chinese Nation The totem of the divine power of the fifth movement: the Yellow River - the soul of the Chinese nation. The Yellow River - the cradle of the Chinese nation. The Yellow River - the spirit of the Chinese nation. The Yellow River - the divine power of the Chinese nation. The Yellow River - the totem of the Chinese nation. The Yellow River - the galloping bar floats. The dreams of the Chinese people rely on the wisdom of the Chinese people to run forward, so run forward.