Poems praising the motherland best match this song.

When the bright sunshine jumps out of the blue waves of the East China Sea,

The Pamirs are still dotted with stars;

When the northland was still a world wrapped in silver,

Southern Xinjiang has long been permeated with rich spring scenery.

Ah, we love you, China!

We love you. ...

The beauty of Guilin's landscape,

The makeup of the West Lake in Hangzhou has faded.

Huangshan Mountain is shrouded in mist,

The Yangtze River and the Yellow River are magnificent.

We love you. ...

The fragrance of Longjing tea,

The pure beauty of Moutai,

The smoothness and beauty of Jiangnan silk,

Exquisite craftsmanship of Jingdezhen ceramics.

We love you. ...

The moonlight in front of Dai bamboo building is like water.

The towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world,

Grapes in Turpan, melons in Hami,

Sheep on the grassland, camels on the Gobi.

We love you. ...

Ancient songs played by chimes during the Warring States Period,

New songs written by reform and opening up,

The surging spring tide in Wan Li, China,

The fire of hope lit by the motherland.

We love you. ...

Trying to write the history of a book,

Fruit watered by sweat.

Magnificent pine trees and noble plum blossoms,

Broad mind and magnificent spirit.

We are proud, we are proud,

We work hard, we explore,

You are a strong man in the forest of nations in the world.

We love you, China!

Be good to yourself.

Motherland, I love you. I like your jingling camel bells.

It is it that makes the Silk Road go back to ancient times. I love your green grass buds.

It covers the desolate Gobi desert. I like your rural flute.

It is it that scatters colorful notes in all directions.

I like the tall buildings in your city.

It is it that puts people's ideals in the sun.

I like the blue waves of the Yangtze River.

It played and sang the voices of 56 nationalities.

I love you, waves of the Yellow River.

Raised 654.38+300 million people.

I like the majesty of the Great Wall.

It is the backbone of China people.

Huangshan, I love you.

It shows the beauty and dignity of the motherland.

I love your broad-minded plateau.

It is it that reveals the courage of the people of China.

I like the density of your sugarcane forest.

It is sweet to the hearts of hundreds of millions of people.

I like your open window.

It is it that makes the flower of civilization bloom.

I like your wave of reform.

It is it that takes off the hat of poverty and backwardness.

I like your clever mind.

It was it that won the gold medal for the four great inventions.

I love your hardworking hands.

It's for the modern motherland.

I like your great national flag.

It represents the direction of the people.

I like your colorful sails.

It is it that makes the ship of the century whistle and sail!

Motherland, I love you.

I like your Aoki grass show.

I like your birdsong and frog's singing.

I love your mountains and rivers.

I love your city, town and country.

I like your affair.

You love your beautiful sun.

Motherland, I love you.

You gave me life.

You gave me strength.

You give me the desire to plug in.

A pair of flying wings

From the lofty plateau

I am the snow lotus on the iceberg.

Coming from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves

I am a swallow in the sea breeze.

Coming from the vast grassland.

I am a young eagle flying under the blue sky.

Coming from the loess slope with seven ditches and eight beams

I am Shandandan, who is fresh and tender by the Yellow River.

Ah! The hope of land growth in China,

We are China teenagers!

Jiuqu Yellow River taught me perseverance.

The vast Kunlun Mountain taught me to stand tall.

It is the snowflakes in the north that teach me purity.

What warms me is the red cotton in southern Xinjiang.

The hometown of dragons, the cradle of the nation,

Beautiful mountains and rivers, our home.

Turned into a strong and dignified square figure

Feel the heroic spirit of Water Margin and Three Kingdoms.

To picturesque Tang poetry and Song poetry

Enjoy the bells in Qiao Feng and the lonely smog in the desert.

In grandma's song, babble.

The story of Nuwa and Dayu lingers in my ears.

Toddle in grandpa's arms

Dongzi and Lei Feng's footsteps lead me forward.

People in China, people in China,

Black eyes and yellow skin, the appearance remains the same.

At the end of May, the heart chased the soul of poetry with the dragon boat.

Mid-Autumn Festival in August, when the moon is full, I miss you.

At the Aobao meeting, archery and wrestling showed the tenacity of small herders.

Holding Hada in my hand, singing and dancing, I send my blessing to my friends.

The beauty of the East nourishes the offspring of the dragon,

Five thousand years of culture is rooted in our hearts.

We remember the advantages and disadvantages of Chinese mothers.

Not to mention what she has suffered.

The yellow river tracker can't pull the question mark-like body straight,

The ancient bricks of the Great Wall can't stop the shrapnel of foreign guns.

Ah! This is a spark in July, a ship in the South China Sea.

Let the eastern heroes rise from the nightmare.

The blood of pioneers revived the frozen soil for thousands of years.

China only showed the smiling face of youth.

The Story of Spring resounded throughout the country.

China! Opened a brand-new picture.

Today, history and future will be welded by us.

The baton of the times depends on us,

Standing at the new starting line, loudly answer:

Teenagers should write more wonderful China poems.

I don't expect sunshine everywhere under my feet.

Don't fantasize about a sunny day overhead.

Not infatuated with the honey pot hotbed given by my father and brother

Don't forget "The Most Dangerous Time"!

Want to be a boat breaking the waves?

Become a rocket to propel a spaceship.

Cut off poverty like a sword

Connect the world with love.

Listen, the lusheng and the suona play together.

Look, the swallow and fly with me the eagle.

Fifty-six flowers came unexpectedly.

Decorate the Wan Li Garden of the motherland.

Let the heroes of our ancestors marvel proudly.

Ah! This is my China!

This is China boy!

From the lofty plateau

I am the snow lotus on the iceberg.

Coming from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves

I am a swallow in the sea breeze.

Coming from the vast grassland.

I am a young eagle flying under the blue sky.

Coming from the loess slope with seven ditches and eight beams

I am Shandandan, who is fresh and tender by the Yellow River.

Ah! The hope of land growth in China,

We are China teenagers!

Jiuqu Yellow River taught me perseverance.

The vast Kunlun Mountain taught me to stand tall.

It is the snowflakes in the north that teach me purity.

What warms me is the red cotton in southern Xinjiang.

The hometown of dragons, the cradle of the nation,

Beautiful mountains and rivers, our home.

Turned into a strong and dignified square figure

Feel the heroic spirit of Water Margin and Three Kingdoms.

To picturesque Tang poetry and Song poetry

Enjoy the bells in Qiao Feng and the lonely smog in the desert.

In grandma's song, babble.

The story of Nuwa and Dayu lingers in my ears.

Toddle in grandpa's arms

Dongzi and Lei Feng's footsteps lead me forward.

People in China, people in China,

Black eyes and yellow skin, the appearance remains the same.

At the end of May, the heart chased the soul of poetry with the dragon boat.

Mid-Autumn Festival in August, when the moon is full, I miss you.

At the Aobao meeting, archery and wrestling showed the tenacity of small herders.

Holding Hada in my hand, singing and dancing, I send my blessing to my friends.

The beauty of the East nourishes the offspring of the dragon,

Five thousand years of culture is rooted in our hearts.

We remember the advantages and disadvantages of Chinese mothers.

Not to mention what she has suffered.

The yellow river tracker can't pull the question mark-like body straight,

The ancient bricks of the Great Wall can't stop the shrapnel of foreign guns.

Ah! This is a spark in July, a ship in the South China Sea.

Let the eastern heroes rise from the nightmare.

The blood of pioneers revived the frozen soil for thousands of years.

China only showed the smiling face of youth.

The Story of Spring resounded throughout the country.

China! Opened a brand-new picture.

Today, history and future will be welded by us.

The baton of the times depends on us,

Standing at the new starting line, loudly answer:

Teenagers should write more wonderful China poems.

I don't expect sunshine everywhere under my feet.

Don't fantasize about a sunny day overhead.

Not infatuated with the honey pot hotbed given by my father and brother

Don't forget "The Most Dangerous Time"!

Want to be a boat breaking the waves?

Become a rocket to propel a spaceship.

Cut off poverty like a sword

Connect the world with love.

Listen, the lusheng and the suona play together.

Look, the swallow and fly with me the eagle.

Fifty-six flowers came unexpectedly.

Decorate the Wan Li Garden of the motherland.

Let the heroes of our ancestors marvel proudly.

Ah! This is my China!

This is the China teenager.

Motherland, I love you.

I like your jingling camel bells.

It is it that makes the Silk Road go back to ancient times. I love your green grass buds.

It covers the desolate Gobi desert. I like your rural flute.

It is it that scatters colorful notes in all directions.

I like the tall buildings in your city.

It is it that puts people's ideals in the sun.

I like the blue waves of the Yangtze River.

It played and sang the voices of 56 nationalities.

I love you, waves of the Yellow River.

Raised 654.38+300 million people.

I like the majesty of the Great Wall.

It is the backbone of China people.

Huangshan, I love you.

It shows the beauty and dignity of the motherland.

I love your broad-minded plateau.

It is it that reveals the courage of the people of China.

I like the density of your sugarcane forest.

It is sweet to the hearts of hundreds of millions of people.

I like your open window.

It is it that makes the flower of civilization bloom.

I like your wave of reform.

It is it that takes off the hat of poverty and backwardness.

I like your clever mind.

It was it that won the gold medal for the four great inventions.

I love your hardworking hands.

It's for the modern motherland.

I like your great national flag.

It represents the direction of the people.

I like your colorful sails.

It is it that makes the ship of the century whistle and sail!

Motherland, I love you.

I like your Aoki grass show.

I like your birdsong and frog's singing.

I love your mountains and rivers.

I love your city, town and country.

I like your affair.

You love your beautiful sun.

Motherland, I love you.

You gave me life.

You gave me strength.

You give me the desire to plug in.

A pair of flying wings

Let the wind blow over me.

There is also a cable under the bridge.

A river. How many poplars were alive from the beginning?

The river runs through the whole mountain city with wind.

It also passes through here. I parked my car on the railing.

Looking at the thin river, let the wind pass by me.

Comb the whole body and gently pass through all of me.

Indulge in the long world. The clock and bowl where I eat.

Here we are; Pull up my feet and start walking.

Wind, tear a piece and put it in my breath.

Leave traces for poplars. I took my foot off,

Put your heart here.

Tears weigh heavily on my language.

Tears weigh heavily on my language.

Can't talk. Can't talk

Has been inclusive of everything; Like in tens of thousands of words

Only one word was typed; It's like growing bean sprouts.

Jump out of the old height; Like a beard waking up in spring.

Root jointing But I know what she broke

An old stone, an explosion in the stone.

The sunshine in this old house is like a newborn baby.

Happy and warm. If everything goes back to its original state,

Your uncut heroism and lion-like domineering.

Sandstorm will make your silverware brighter.

Your sword-holding hand looks for enemies in language.

I saw you standing on a high place. Although you are humble

Like a grain of dust

In my lacrimal gland, it will grow into spring.

I was the first time to see the revival of everything on earth.

I bless you with a smile and lips! Jesus Christ,

I wish I were from China!

I'm from China.

My huge arms are like the Great Wall,

Not only the drill pipe of the diamond oil production machine

Predict that the center of the earth can't hit oil,

Send communication satellites to our ancestors.

White clouds that I have never seen in my dream.

When the five oceans listen to the voice of the East,

I am proud, I come from China.

I'm from China.

I am a descendant of the murals in Mogao Grottoes.

Let the flying murals be with us.

I'm Tian Fei,

Flying is us.

I am proud, I come from China, from the lofty plateau.

I am the snow lotus on the iceberg.

Coming from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves

I am a swallow in the sea breeze.

Coming from the vast grassland.

I am a young eagle flying under the blue sky.

Coming from the loess slope with seven ditches and eight beams

I am Shandandan, who is fresh and tender by the Yellow River.

Ah! The hope of land growth in China,

We are China teenagers!

Jiuqu Yellow River taught me perseverance.

The vast Kunlun Mountain taught me to stand tall.

It is the snowflakes in the north that teach me purity.

What warms me is the red cotton in southern Xinjiang.

The hometown of dragons, the cradle of the nation,

Beautiful mountains and rivers, our home.

Turned into a strong and dignified square figure

Feel the heroic spirit of Water Margin and Three Kingdoms.

To picturesque Tang poetry and Song poetry

Enjoy the bells in Qiao Feng and the lonely smog in the desert.

In grandma's song, babble.

The story of Nuwa and Dayu lingers in my ears.

Toddle in grandpa's arms

Dongzi and Lei Feng's footsteps lead me forward.

People in China, people in China,

Black eyes and yellow skin, the appearance remains the same.

At the end of May, the heart chased the soul of poetry with the dragon boat.

Mid-Autumn Festival in August, when the moon is full, I miss you.

At the Aobao meeting, archery and wrestling showed the tenacity of small herders.

Holding Hada in my hand, singing and dancing, I send my blessing to my friends.

The beauty of the East nourishes the offspring of the dragon,

Five thousand years of culture is rooted in our hearts.

We remember the advantages and disadvantages of Chinese mothers.

Not to mention what she has suffered.

The yellow river tracker can't pull the question mark-like body straight,

The ancient bricks of the Great Wall can't stop the shrapnel of foreign guns.

Ah! This is a spark in July, a ship in the South China Sea.

Let the eastern heroes rise from the nightmare.

The blood of pioneers revived the frozen soil for thousands of years.

China only showed the smiling face of youth.

The Story of Spring resounded throughout the country.

China! Opened a brand-new picture.

Today, history and future will be welded by us.

The baton of the times depends on us,

Standing at the new starting line, loudly answer:

Teenagers should write more wonderful China poems.

I don't expect sunshine everywhere under my feet.

Don't fantasize about a sunny day overhead.

Not infatuated with the honey pot hotbed given by my father and brother

Don't forget "The Most Dangerous Time"!

Want to be a boat breaking the waves?

Become a rocket to propel a spaceship.

Cut off poverty like a sword

Connect the world with love.

Listen, the lusheng and the suona play together.

Look, the swallow and fly with me the eagle.

Fifty-six flowers came unexpectedly.

Decorate the Wan Li Garden of the motherland.

Let the heroes of our ancestors marvel proudly.

Ah! This is my China!

This is China boy!

Motherland, my dear motherland.

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.

I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.

When you grope in the tunnel of history.

I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Pull it into your shoulder

-the motherland!

I am very poor.

I am sad

I am your ancestor.

Painful hope.

It's a flying sleeve.

Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years

-Motherland

I am your brand-new ideal.

Just broke free from the mythical spider web.

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.

I am your tearful smile.

I am the newly painted white starting line.

This is crimson dawn.

Spraying

-Motherland

I am one billionth of you.

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.

With your scarred breasts,

raise

Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.

And then from my flesh and blood

get

Your richness, your glory, your freedom.

-Motherland

my dear motherland

autumn wind

Give off a faint fragrance.

Chrysanthemum in frost

Give a piece of wheat straw a season

Kiss the afterglow of the sunset

Love overflows gentle eyes.

Look at the fields calmly.

Passionate poems [National Day short poems: praise the motherland, praise the motherland.

Listen to the gurgling of the Yellow River.

A history bearing countless sufferings

Watch the river with high sediment concentration.

How many memories have you accumulated?

In a state of ruin

This is your old face

The hardships of childhood

Left an indelible mark [national day short poem: praise the motherland, praise the motherland.

Experienced hardships and hardships

Half a century of fighting

A far-reaching and long flow

Footprints of 5,000-year civilization

A long historical process

The heroic waves rolling in the past

The strings of time

Play today's brilliant melody

my motherland

Mountains and rivers crossed by the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.

China is brilliant everywhere.

Brilliant journey

Like a golden lamp

The lights lit up the sailing sails.

my motherland

You use your intelligent soul

Lead the public.

Open up a broad road.

Let the motherland be as beautiful as flowers.

Describe the magnificence of the East.

my motherland

A motherland as beautiful as a flower

From your soul

From your blueprint

Reading the burning soul

The hardships of opening up a brilliant tomorrow

my motherland

From the border to the coast

Have your charming beauty.

I have a simple feeling.

Send all your feelings to a distant place.

May the motherland be more prosperous and strong.

my motherland

Yellow River, Yangtze River, Great Wall

Cast ancient rivers and mountains.

Reform, opening up and development

Light up the world's vision

I am proud of the glory of my motherland.

my motherland

Dawn sun

Hold a firm belief

Surge of fighting spirit

Become eternal persistence

Create a better tomorrow

Great motherland

The cradle of oriental civilization

Like a Mercedes-Benz train.

Facing the dawn of the century

Keep burning faith

Run towards a more brilliant future

My motherland,

My beloved motherland.

You are a rooster with your head held high, awakening the silence of the dawn.

You are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era.

You are a lion, dancing the glory of China.

You are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name,

That's China!

That's China, my motherland.

My beloved motherland.