Poems of Chinese sons and daughters and descendants of the Yellow Emperor

Poems about Chinese children 1. Poems about the descendants of Chinese sons and daughters, the descendants of China people, and the dragon of China.

Look at the hometown of dragons-China! Look at its magnificent rivers and mountains, look at its beauty and richness! The most worth seeing is: watching the descendants of dragons, watching them sacrifice themselves for the splendid rivers and mountains, and spilling blood all over the mountains and rivers! Brave sons and daughters of China will never forget the national humiliation, the burning of Yuanmingyuan, the treaty of cession of land and the Nanjing Massacre ... I believe that the descendants of the dragon will keep it in mind and will definitely visit blood out in the future! This is the descendant of the dragon, the descendant of the stubborn and tenacious dragon.

2. Ask for a Tibetan poem "Chinese sons and daughters are deeply in love with each other"

enter the society

Born in poverty, it is difficult to keep hunting.

The true story of a famous teacher.

Throw a knife into the army

The cultivation of harmony between man and nature.

Experienced

Start singing in search of treasure

Yu Cong's mysterious tomb broke the silence

Hanquan military camp is full of ghosts.

Keep the south county, except the knife.

Xuanyuantai rescues Zheng Qing.

Qiu Feng destroyed the soul in the original work.

Cutting and welding bandits in Xilie wasteland

Sea water surges along the coast of Ninghai Island.

Lin Haitian kills black eyes.

Against the long legs of Langya

From the grassland to the east to Xianger

Mu xiu Yu Lin met the pharmacist

Chishui mysterious sky breaks the blue wind.

Swearing is an illusion, insulting Vulcan people

Throw yourself into meditation and follow my heart.

Genkai BOSS is also ruthless.

friendship

There is your smile in the blue sky.

Your footprints are on the land of China.

Sandy has your friendship in her heart.

love

If you are the main melody.

I am rhythm, notes and starlight.

The rhythm starts because of you.

The notes dance for you

The starlight only shines on you.

May the breeze blow over your face.

May the air fill your surroundings.

May the clouds hover over your horizon.

home

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

China children bear the brunt.

Defend the country, live and die together.

Love and hate, all in it.

Beihei

Hit the Qixingling of Yulong.

Clever, cute and lovable.

Loyalty, perfection, more courage

Never give up your life.

realize

Lin flashed the sword without a trace.

The heart of the sun curtain moves with the lonely shadow.

The blue silk skirt fluttered in the wind.

The magic cat becomes infinite.

hide

Jianghu fights are too disturbing.

Stay away from the Three Kingdoms and smoke less.

Return to North County by disarming and returning to the field.

He who sees through the world of mortals is at ease.

fixed

Go to the South China Sea to find the true god.

The scenery of the four seasons is as beautiful as spring.

Say goodbye to an old friend for a year or two.

Penglai after the successful return of Tzu Chi.

3. A passage describing outstanding Chinese sons and daughters

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The author Tianya is in a small building. Many years later, I think I will still remember this day, the beautiful Shao sound and elegant music, the Analects of Confucius sung by the immature children, the solemn eulogy in the cold wind and the grand performance.

However, today, in the sunshine and in the crowd, although my eyes are full of prosperity and my ears are full of noise, I still just went to that scene with a lonely heart-a sacrificial ceremony for one person in 2004, the 600th anniversary of Tianjin Jianwei. This year, the Tianjin Municipal Government has really launched many cultural activities, such as Yangliuqing, Mazu Festival, test exhibitions, and now the ceremony of offering sacrifices to Confucius.

To save traditional culture, even the government, which loves to sing opera in the tower, has realized its importance. The rise of the Chinese nation seems destined to rely on the splendid civilization left by our ancestors. China's cultural revival is imminent, but they seem to ignore the most superficial things and "clothes".

Is a dress really that important? I often lament the magic of our ancestors' word-making. A person wears clothes for "dependence". If you lose your clothes, you will be helpless, just like duckweed. Is this dress so different from that one? The difference between people, except skin color, is probably clothes.

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

I remember that Wanhe and Song Ting of Hanwang wrote a paper about costume aesthetics, saying that suits pursue three-dimensional beauty, full clothes pursue complicated beauty, while Hanfu pursues the beauty of taking the law naturally and integrating nature with man. This beauty permeates all aspects of China culture.

Sacrificing a hole is certainly not a pile of bones, but an idea. Rites are not for affectation, but to show respect.

If it weren't for Hanfu's sacrifice to Confucius, then this sacrifice would be reduced to a form, and the cultural appeal would be as empty as an imperial edict, deceiving those ignorant people under the arrogance of the declining dynasty. I firmly believe that only China culture can undertake the historical mission of reversing the fate of China, and Hanfu is to continue the severed ties of civilization.

So I went, although it was only a deep coat, although it was slightly thin in the cold wind, although it had the tragic meaning of going to the meeting alone, I still smiled and faced the surprised eyes around me. Can't explain, can't explain, it is a person's sacrifice.

When all the flowers and colors are gone, I stubbornly stand in front of the altar, with no music, no eulogy, no dance, only a heart that sincerely worships Confucius. Many people take pictures of me. Needless to say, ordinary people can always see beauty with their eyes.

There are many incurable pains. Fortunately, I have been able to tolerate them with a clear heart. I'm still just being myself-a deep coat, a belief and a person. Many years later, I think I will remember this day, a grand ceremony, a call for Confucian culture, and a group of China people who admire tradition.

But I still insist that this is a person's sacrifice-white clothes are better than snow and don't touch fine dust. "Shallow singing is Hanfu" is pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

Follow it back, the road is blocked and long, follow it back, in the middle of the water. -"The Book of Songs Qin Feng" When I climbed the ancient city wall, when I stroked the decaying column beam, when I leaned against the bar and looked at the distance excitedly, there was always a trace of acidity rushing to my throat, and I always heard a voice loudly saying, Remember? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang.

Someone told me that a big fish once lived in Beiming. It became a giant bird, soaring between heaven and earth. The wings of giant birds hang in the sky like clouds. Although ten thousand flies into the sky.

The sages have given us a heart that can contain the sky and shaped a vast and magnificent hall for us. At that time, there was a strange young man named Ji Kang. Before his execution, he played a unique tune, with a wide robe and ribbon fluttering in the wind. He faced death with the most elegant gesture.

Thousands of years later, there are still echoes, but he doesn't know that what is really cut is not the music score, but his pride and even his clothes. I also dream of going back to the Tang Dynasty and traveling around the world with a poet named Li Bai. He drank wine with the cold light on his sword, and his lover was the moon in the sky.

I have seen him wandering under the moon, singing and singing. The long wind blew away his hair band, and his robe was as elegant as a fairy. But then the emperor changed, and a glass of wine took the literati and abandoned the military commander.

His descendants finally hid in paradise on earth and handed over a large area of land. But in the cold north, there are troops on the battlefield, and the enemy says we can't beat Yue Jiajun.

Unfortunately, heroes are taboo, people are arrogant, and a ray of loyal soul finally dissipates near the West Lake, so the spirit of a nation is irreversibly extinct. However, in the bloody sunset, I vaguely saw someone insert it into the soil, which was used by the general, an unyielding tassel gun.

The wheel of time turned round and round, and finally lost its way in Shen Jia. So on the banks of Slender West Lake and Meihualing, an ancestral temple was built to commemorate this tragedy.

The weak scholar named Shi Kefa didn't want to spread his high bun, let alone take off the clothes left by his ancestors, so he decided to save * * * with the city, lost his life and protected his faith. Cruel killings and mountains of bones can't bury the national spirit. Some people believe that it will still shine on China after thousands of years.

Today, thousands of years later, I am sitting in the lobby of McDonald's. I am wearing Gucci fashion. I sang a song "My heart will go on" casually, but my heart was broken inexplicably, because I heard a voice saying loudly: Have you forgotten? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang. I remember that a group of brown-haired and blue-eyed jackals, with strong boats and guns, demolished our temples and destroyed our halls.

So one hundred years later, we know democracy and freedom, but we forget morality. We have musical prodigies, but we don't know how to recruit palace merchants. We can build tall buildings, but we can't accommodate a merit archway. We wear suits and ties, but we don't have our own clothes. Where is the land of etiquette? Where, my Han family? Why do you call me a pervert when I wear the most beautiful clothes? Why do I say that my precious Hanfu belongs to Fusang? Why do you always take my sincere confession as a joke? Why I'm so hot.

4. Poetry about children in China

My motherland, my beloved motherland.

You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of 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. I love my motherland deeply. My beating heart has been beating for five thousand years. I love my motherland deeply. The surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I love my motherland deeply. My yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors. I love my motherland deeply. My black eyes reveal a humble smile. I love my motherland deeply. My strong character is tall and straight. I love my motherland deeply.

My motherland, lovely China, you have created a glorious history and raised a great nation. I am proud of your long history. Thousands of years of strong winds can't break your tall and straight back. I am proud of your strength, and I have spent years at home and abroad.

I am proud of your light, the Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny, I am proud of your spirit, and the reform and opening up are magnificent. Lovely motherland, wherever I go, I will hold your arm, and wherever I live, you will warm my heart.

Lovely motherland, you hold the rudder of the new century, and you have created miracles that shocked the world with speed and strength. You have achieved another more brilliant development with diligence and wisdom! Motherland, motherland, you will always be full of hope, motherland, motherland, you will always be full of vitality! My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing splendid journeys everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My motherland has read the burning soul from your spirit and the hardships of opening up a brilliant tomorrow. My motherland has your charming beauty from the frontier to the coast, and I will be full of affection with simple emotions. I wish the motherland more prosperity. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created an eternal vision to illuminate the world's reform and opening up. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. The sun like the dawn of the motherland, with firm faith, turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of oriental civilization of the great motherland is like a Mercedes-Benz train, facing the dawn of the century, holding high the burning belief and heading for a more brilliant future.

5. Ancient poems about the Yellow River feeding Chinese children ~

The Yellow River, the ring of Liangzhou Ci Wang Tang, is an isolated city, Wan Ren, far above the white clouds.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! Heron Hall Wang Zhihuan Mountain blocks the daytime, and the sea drains the golden river.

If you want to add to the crime, why not ask Wei's bike? It's another country that has lived for a long time.

Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.

Xiao Guan rides it every time, and it is protected in Yanran. Don Li Baijun disappeared. How did the water of the Yellow River leave heaven and enter the ocean? It's gone forever.

Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night. Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! ! Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! ! Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! ! Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! ! What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! ! Ancient sober people and sages have been forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized! Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? Go buy wine, and we'll drink together! .

Five thousand years of culture, which originated from you, is the cradle of the nation. Give them to boys in exchange for wine and the Yellow River. How many heroic stories are staged around you ... "The lyrics of Ode to the Yellow River tell the long history of the Yellow River and praise its immortal achievements.

The Yellow River is the second longest river in China and a world-famous giant river. -Excerpted from Ode to the Yellow River. When crossing the Yellow River (Ming Dynasty), we set sail in front of Qingkougang, Li Dongyang, and the long Huaihe River entered the water like a string.

I hurried across the river with two oars, and the wind blew to the beach overnight. Waves and sand from the Wan Li of the Yellow River swept from the horizon.

Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together. Every year, after the defenders defend Huang Jinhe, hand knives waving whips keep ringing day and night.

(Liu Tang Zhong Yong, Complaining about People) The Yellow River flows eastward, and the white sun sets in the west. (Tang Li Bai's "Ancient Style") The balcony is separated by Chu water, and spring grass gives birth to the Yellow River.

(Don Li Bai's Farewell) The Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River is full of gongs and drums. (Tang Du Fu's "Yellow River") Send Kunlun five-color flow, and a yellow turbidity penetrates Zhongzhou.

The Yellow River-the totem of the Chinese nation, in the first movement, Yuan Soul soars on the wings of Kunpeng, taking a bird's eye view of the Yellow River, from Shuangling Lake on the roof of Qinghai World to Wetland Bay in Dongying Special Zone, Shandong Province, and over the foot of Kunlun Mountain. The original land of the Loess Plateau runs through the northwest and southeast, and the river surges with nine strings of foggy and rainy days. Huanglong flutters and waves his arms in the Yellow River-the second movement, the soul of the Chinese nation, the cradle of pythons, roaming the world, playing with the anger of animals, building water conservancy projects, repairing reservoirs, repairing canals, irrigating fertile fields, nourishing rice, millet, golden ears and fragrant rice, and raising Chinese children and multiplying. Hundreds of birds live and breed in phoenix, autumn and red orchards, and windmills sound like broken vegetables. Fresh people and outstanding people, Huabaotian and the descendants of the Yellow River are connected by blood-the cradle of the Chinese nation. The third movement is full of heroism. The enemy coveted and invaded the territory and humiliated their children. The world is shocked to hear that the Yellow River is roaring, roaring, inspiring and surging, calling on the nation to rise up and fight. The Yangtze River joins hands with Anbang to kill insects, and the iron skeleton stands in the East China Sea. The Yellow River is full of color-the spirit of the Chinese nation. The fourth movement is the majestic waves of the Yellow River. According to the blueprint of western coastal development and opening up. The source area of vegetation is magnificent and crystal clear. Seeing the ghosts and gods of Sanmen hub power station retreat and swim to the bottom of the wave dam project, the reform and opening up has achieved fruitful results. Hong Kong and Macao will each return to their places. The three direct links in mainland Taiwan Province Province will enhance China's prestige in the Yellow River, the fifth largest country of the Chinese nation. The totem of the Yellow River-the soul of the Chinese nation-the cradle of the Chinese nation-the spirit of the Chinese nation-the majestic Yellow River of the Chinese nation-the totem of the Chinese nation-Pentium Bar carries the dreams of Chinese children, relying on the wisdom of Chinese children, Pentium bar.