Poems about loving the motherland, Motherland

1. Poems about Motherland

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Motherland

Our mother, our great mother!

Have you ever thought about loving her?

Have you ever truly expressed your respect and love for her through action?

Motherland,

Our mother, our motherland covered with blood!

When you destroyed her, did you ever think about whether she was in pain?

Our motherland, she is exhausted.

Let us protect her together!

Motherland,

Do you know that we will protect you?

Come on! Give motherland a new life! 2. Poems to express gratitude to the motherland. Poems to express gratitude to the motherland.

Haizi's "Motherland (or Dreams as Horses)" is an absolute classic.

"Motherland, My Dear Motherland" by Shu Ting. These two are absolutely top-notch works. Search them by yourself. I guarantee your satisfaction. I want to be a loyal son from afar and a temporary lover of material things and everything. Like the poet who uses dreams as horses, I have to walk on the same road as martyrs and clowns. Tens of thousands of people will extinguish the fire. I alone hold this fire high and this fire will bloom and fall in the sacred motherland and all the people who use dreams. Like the poet of the horse, I use this fire to spend the vast dark nights of my life. This fire is the language of the great motherland and the Liangshan Walled City built with rocks. Dunhuang is the dream - the bones that will be cold in July are like snow-white firewood. Like the hard strips of white snow lying across the mountain of the gods, like all the poets who use dreams as horses, I throw myself into this fire. These three are the lamps that imprison me and spit out the light. All people will pass through my knife. The language of building the motherland. I am willing to do anything. Starting from the beginning, like all the poets who use dreams as horses, I also want to sit on the bottom of the prison. Among the creations of the gods, I am the most perishable. With an irresistible speed of death, only food is my treasure. I will hug her tightly. She lived in her hometown and gave birth to children. Like all poets who use dreams as horses, I would also like to bury myself on the surrounding high mountains and watch over my peaceful home. Facing the river, I am infinitely ashamed that my years have been wasted. I am tired and have all the dreams. Like a horse poet, time flies by. Not a drop remains. A horse dies in a drop of water. A thousand years later, if I am reborn on the river bank of my motherland, a thousand years later, I will once again own the rice fields of China and the snow-capped mountains of Emperor Zhou. I choose an eternal career. My career is to become the sun in my life. From ancient times to the present - "sun" - he is incomparably brilliant and bright, like all poets who use dreams as horses. In the end, I was carried into the immortal sun by the gods at dusk. The sun is mine. The name Sun is my life. The mountain top of the sun buries the corpse of poetry - the thousand-year kingdom and I ride a five-thousand-year-old phoenix and a dragon named "Horse" - I will surely fail but the poem itself is named after the sun will surely win "O Motherland" , My Dear Motherland" Author: Shu Ting I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river that has been spinning tired songs for hundreds of years. I am the blackened miner's lamp on your forehead that illuminates you as you snail and grope in the tunnel of history. I am The shriveled ears of rice; the roadbed in disrepair and the barges on the shoal have pulled the rope deeply into your shoulders - my motherland! I am poverty, I am sorrow, I am the painful hope of your ancestors for generations, I am the flower on the sleeves of "Flying Sky" that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years - the motherland, I am your new ideal, just broke free from the cobweb of myth, I am you The germ of ancient lotus under the snow, I am your laughing nest with tears, I am the newly painted snow-white starting line, the crimson dawn is gushing out - Motherland, I am one billionth of you, you are 9.6 million The sum of the squares, you fed the confused me with your scarred breasts, the thoughtful me, the boiling me, then I will get your richness, your glory, your freedom from my flesh and blood - Motherland, my dear motherland! "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" is one of Shu Ting's masterpieces and is a soulful patriotic song.

Compared with similar poems in the past, it has distinctive characteristics of the times and personality - it contains both the confused pain and joyful hope of contemporary youth, as well as the daughter's true feelings of dissatisfaction and devotion to her mother Ai Ai, blending with deep and profound feelings. A sense of history and a strong sense of the times.

The whole poem has novel ideas and sincere feelings, singing about the motherland from a unique perspective. In order to express this innocent affection, the poet adopts a rhythm from low and slow to high and fast.

It is both weeping and complaining, sad and resentful, but also passionate and unrestrained, and moving forward inexorably. The whole poem uses the technique of interweaving and blending of subject and object to express the poet's sense of integration and dedication to the motherland.

Shu Ting is one of the representative poets of Misty Poetry. Her "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" was written in the first spring when our country entered a new era of reform and opening up.

When reading this poem, we must first pay attention to understanding the image connotation of "I" in the poem, and clarify the relationship between "I" and the motherland. Secondly, it is also necessary to correctly understand the meaning of the many images that appear in the poems, and read Shu Ting's other poems outside of class to understand the characteristics of Shu Ting's poems that express her inner voice in euphemistic twists and turns.

There are four stanzas in the whole poem, and there are four image groups. Through their progressive combination, it not only expresses the development process of the motherland from suffering to rebirth, but also expresses the emotions from confusion to deep thought to elation. The special emotional journey of the young generation is the unanimous voice of the Communist Party of China. The poem first suppresses and then rises, like a multi-voice symphony, showing a language rhythm from slow to rapid, from low to high.

The solemn emotion shown by the novel imagery is the key point of appreciating the whole poem. In the first stanza, the poet traces the history of poverty and backwardness in the motherland for hundreds of years with deep sorrow and euphemistic writing.

The poet uses dense images such as "shabby old waterwheel" and "blackened miner's lamp" to summarize the motherland's long-term state of poverty and backwardness. The second section describes the people's pain and hope.

The motherland and its people have not lost hope because of "poverty", but their hope has been too slim for a long time, like the flowers on the sleeves of "Flying in the Sky", which are beautiful and attractive but have not yet fallen to the ground. The third section uses a group of images to depict the image of the motherland in a historical turning point.

The new motherland is already standing on the "snow-white starting line." The fourth section once again emphasizes the interdependent and inseparable relationship between "I" and the motherland.

The poet who had been "confused" and "contemplated" became excited. She poured out her desire to devote herself to the motherland in words from the bottom of her heart. There is not a single word of discussion in the whole poem, it is all described with images and run through with emotion.

The selected images are both simple and distinct, unique and relevant, and every word closely matches the scene being depicted. Lyricism is not an outpouring of emotion, but pays attention to its fluctuating rhythm, from sadness and low to joy and high, and from excitement to depth. It is entangled with pathos, worry, passion, disappointment and hope, sighs and pursuits, etc. The complex and solemn emotions reflect the poet's unique euphemistic, deep, soft and timeless lyrical personality. 3. Verses about blessings to the mother of the motherland

Bless mother, we have absorbed your milk and grown up now. We know the blood behind the milk and the suffering behind the beauty.

Forget the past and let China rise again! I wish you prosperity through the ages; I wish you prosperity for thousands of years! Bless the motherland, everyone says your flowers are so red, everyone says your fruits are so rich, everyone says your land is so fertile, everyone says your road is so broad, I dedicate my magnificent youth to you, I wish you to be forever young and happy, everyone says yours. If your faith does not change, your flag will never fade, and your joys and sorrows will never be forgotten. May these short words bring you the joy of National Day. China will rise and the country will prosper; the mountains and rivers will be magnificent and the years will be turbulent; the country will never grow old and the motherland will always spring.

When I travel to the motherland, I miss my mother the most. When I travel around the world, I miss my motherland the most. Different nations, one motherland.

Happy birthday to my mother.

I wish you a happy holiday, Motherland, you are the mother of our humanity! You gave birth to us, we thank you! You are our pride! We often compare our motherland to our mother because maternal love is the greatest love in the world.

We love our motherland more than our own mother because of this love. They all express their deep blessings to their motherland, wish them prosperity, and wish them eternal glory! Today, we stand on the threshold of the new century and look back at history, look at the Anti-Japanese War again in the new time and space coordinates, and recall the past on the 56th birthday of our motherland.

Let us *** together wish our motherland peace, health, happiness and joy forever. ----Mother ***The 60th birthday of Heguo is coming soon. Recall the past, show the future, and tell the truth. I love you, motherland. China is one of the four ancient civilizations in the world.

Mother (China), you have to find your own position in the global consciousness. I firmly believe in my belief. I wish the dragon of the motherland to fly higher and higher, and the mountains and rivers will be beautiful. Looking forward to the Olympics, looking forward to all the glory and dreams; blessings to 2008, blessings to Beijing, blessings to the motherland! Now, everyone knows about the Olympics, and it is the most discussed topic among people after dinner. It is not just a talk, but the spirit of the Olympics is put into action. The day of the 2008 opening ceremony is getting closer and closer. 4. Poems about Motherland

Motherland! This poetic name

permeates every season of your life

It is a white dove under the blue sky

Awakening the first morning of October

Ah! Motherland, I love you too deeply and for too long...

October! My motherland

Please give me a torch

I will follow your footsteps

Let every dream drip with sweetness

Let all the singing voices be filled with golden notes

The days that come to you——

Please spread the colorful clouds all over the sky for me

I Inject eternal vitality into your luxuriant flowers

The first October is always like tears and falling flowers, full of echoes

***The sound of the Japanese songs passes through your heart

Extending to the most passionate melody

In my heart you are not just a green island to rest on

You are a flower for me to step on. The red clouds rising to the rhythm

No matter the mountains, rivers, valleys, fields, trails, and blue seas

Countless failures and successes make October fuller

Ah! Motherland...

Who wears the crown of October?

On the first morning of October in front of Tiananmen Square

I felt the lingering scent of osmanthus and the sound of harvest drums

I recalled those white marble sculptures The voice of history

My thoughts have changed

The flying clouds

The thousands of miles of mountains and rivers

How can I not cultivate my beautiful character and ethics? ? !

Thousands of sails are racing against each other in the rising month of October

And my singing about my motherland

turns into a flock of soaring white doves

The vibrations are endless

The vibrations are endless... 5. Poems about Motherland

When the bright sunshine jumps out of the blue waves of the East China Sea, the stars are still shining on the Pamir Plateau; when the Northland is still In a world covered in silver, southern Xinjiang is already filled with spring.

Ah, we love you, China! We love you------The strange and beautiful scenery of Guilin, the heavy makeup of Hangzhou West Lake, the misty clouds and mist of Huangshan and Lushan Mountains, and the majestic waves of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers.

We love you ------ the fragrance of Longjing tea, the pure beauty of Maotai liquor, the smoothness and beauty of Jiangnan silk, and the ingenuity of Jingdezhen ceramics.

We love you------The watery moonlight in front of the Dai bamboo house, the towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world, the grapes in Turpan, the melons in Hami, the sheep in the prairie, Camels in the Gobi Gulf. We love you ------ the ancient tunes played by the chimes of the Warring States Period, the new songs composed by the reform and opening up, the rolling spring tide surging across China, and the fire of hope ignited in the motherland.

We love you------ The annals of struggle to write books, the fruits of sweat watering. The majesty of the pine trees, the nobility of the plum blossoms, the broad mind, and the magnificent spirit.

We are proud, we are proud, we work hard, we pioneer, you are the strong among the nations of the world, we love you, China! My dear motherland, I love you. I love you. The tinkling camel bells are what made the Silk Road everlasting. I love you. The green grass buds are what cover the desolation of the Gobi Desert. I love you. The reed pipes in the countryside are what spread the colorful notes. In all directions, I love you. The tall buildings in the city are what lift people’s ideals to the sun. I love you. The blue waves of the Yangtze River are what sing the heart songs of 56 nationalities. I love you. The waves of the Yellow River are what nurture 1.3 billion people. I love you. The Great Wall. The majesty of Huangshan Mountain is what raises the backbone of the Chinese people. I love you. The majestic Huangshan Mountain is what shows the beauty and dignity of the motherland. I love you. The broad-mindedness of the plateau is how it exposes the boldness of the descendants of Yan and Huang. I love you. The denseness of the sugarcane forest is how sweet it is. I love you, the open window in the hearts of billions of people, which makes the flowers of civilization flourish and fragrant. I love you, the wave of reform, which throws off the hat of poverty and backwardness. I love your intelligent mind, which brings back the four great inventions. Gold Award I love your hard-working hands that dress up the modern motherland. I love you. The great flag represents the direction of the people’s progress. I love you. The five-color sail makes the ship of the century whistle and sail away! Motherland, I love you. I love your green trees. I love your birds and frogs. I love your mountains and rivers. I love your cities and towns. I love your wind, flowers, snow and moon. You love your beautiful sun. Motherland, I love you. You are you who gave me life. You gave me strength. You gave my desire a pair of flying wings. I came from the towering plateau. I am a snow lotus on the iceberg. I came from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves. I am a baby swallow in the sea breeze coming from the vast grassland. I am a young eagle soaring under the blue sky. I am coming from the loess slopes with seven ditches and eight beams. I am the fresh and tender mountain elixir by the Yellow River! The hope of growth in the land of China, we are the young people of China! The Nine-Meandering Yellow River taught me that I will never turn back. The vast Kunlun taught me how to stand tall and hold the sky high. What taught me purity was the snowflakes of the North. What taught me the warmth was the red cotton dragon in the South. Home, the cradle of the nation, the beautiful mountains and rivers, our homeland . Feel the heroic spirit of "Water Margin" and "Three Kingdoms" in the strong and dignified square characters; appreciate the bells of Maple Bridge in the picturesque Tang and Song Dynasties; the solitary smoke in the desert; and learn the stories of Nuwa and Dayu in grandma's songs. The footprints of Dongzi and Lei Feng lingering in my ears, the toddling footsteps of Dongzi and Lei Feng, lead me forward. Descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, sons and daughters of China, have dark eyes and yellow skin, and their appearance remains unchanged.

On the Dragon Boat Festival in May, my heart follows the dragon boat to chase the soul of poetry; on the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, I send my thoughts far away under the bright full moon. At the Aobao meeting, archery and wrestling showed the strength of the herdsmen. Holding Hada in hand, they sang and danced happily to express their best wishes to their friends.

The beauty of the East nourishes the descendants of the dragon, and five thousand years of culture is rooted in our hearts. We remember the merits of Mother China, not to mention the countless disasters she endured.

The Yellow River trackers cannot straighten their bodies like question marks, and the ancient bricks of the Great Wall cannot stop the shrapnel of foreign cannons. ah! It is the spark in July and the ship in the South China Sea that make the Eastern Army rise up from the nightmare.

The blood of the pioneers revived the frozen soil that had been frozen for thousands of years, and China showed its youthful smile. "The Story of Spring" resounds across the country, China! A new picture unfolded.

Today, history and future will be welded by us, and we will pass on the baton of the times. Standing on the new starting line, we will answer loudly: Young people want to compose a more brilliant poem about China. They don’t look forward to sunshine everywhere under their feet, and don’t fantasize about the sky above their heads. On sunny days, I will not be infatuated with the honeypot hotbed given by my father and brother, and I will not forget the "most dangerous time" war song! To be a ship to ride the wind and waves, to be a rocket to propel the spaceship, to be like a sharp sword to cut off poverty, to connect the world with love, and watch the reeds and suonas sound together, and fifty-six flowers actually fly together with the baby swallows and the young eagles. Let the heroes of our ancestors proudly marvel at the grand garden that decorates the motherland thousands of miles apart! This is my China! This is the Chinese boy! Walking from the towering plateau, I am a snow lotus on the iceberg. Walking from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves. I am a baby swallow in the sea breeze. Walking from the vast grassland. I am an eagle soaring under the blue sky from Qigou. Coming from the loess slope of Baliang, I am the fresh and tender Shandan Dan by the Yellow River! The hope of growth in the land of China, we are the young people of China! The Nine-Meandering Yellow River taught me that I will never turn back. The vast Kunlun taught me how to stand tall and hold the sky high. What taught me purity was the snowflakes of the North. What taught me the warmth was the red cotton dragon in the South. Home, the cradle of the nation, the beautiful mountains and rivers, our homeland . Feel the heroic spirit of "Water Margin" and "Three Kingdoms" in the strong and dignified square characters; appreciate the bells of Maple Bridge in the picturesque Tang and Song Dynasties; the solitary smoke in the desert; and learn the stories of Nuwa and Dayu in grandma's songs. The footprints of Dongzi and Lei Feng lingering in my ears, the toddling footsteps of Dongzi and Lei Feng, lead me forward. Descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, sons and daughters of China, have dark eyes and yellow skin, and their appearance remains unchanged.

On the Dragon Boat Festival in May, my heart follows the dragon boat to chase the soul of poetry; on the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, I send my thoughts far away under the bright full moon. At the Aobao meeting, archery and wrestling showed the strength of the herdsmen. Holding Hada in hand, they sang and danced happily to express their best wishes to their friends.

The beauty of the East nourishes the descendants of the dragon, and five thousand years of culture is rooted in our hearts. We remember the merits of Mother China, not to mention the countless disasters she endured.

The Yellow River trackers cannot straighten their bodies like question marks, and the ancient bricks of the Great Wall cannot stop the shrapnel of foreign cannons. ah! It is the spark in July and the ship in the South China Sea that make the Eastern Army rise up from the nightmare.

The blood of pioneers. 6. Poems praising maternal love and the motherland

Song of the Yangtze River

You come from the snowy mountains, and the spring tide is your style.

You run towards the East China Sea, and the stormy waves are your spirit.

You use your sweet milk to nurture the children of all ethnic groups;

You use your strong arms to hold up the mountains and the sea.

We praise the Yangtze River, you are the source of infinity;

We are attached to the Yangtze River, you have the feelings of a mother.

You came from ancient times, and the huge waves washed away the dust.

You run towards the future, and the sound of waves echoes in the sky.

You use pure clear water to irrigate the land of flowers;

You use your majestic power to promote a new era.

We praise the Yangtze River, you are the source of infinity;

We are attached to the Yangtze River, you have the feelings of a mother.

7. Poems in Praise of the Motherland

★Poems in Praise of the Motherland ★: The gentle autumn wind! Blowing, blowing! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a cluster of flowers, yellow on gold, white on jade, green on wine in spring, purple on mountains in autumn...and then blow them all away, causing the fallen flowers to bloom, filling the sky and spreading all over the earth! ★Poetry 2 in praise of the motherland★: "Motherland, my dear motherland" I/am your new ideal, just broke free from the cobweb of myths/I/am/am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow quilt/I/am Your tearful smile; I am the newly painted snow-white starting line; it is the crimson dawn that is gushing; ——Motherland! I am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; you fed the confused, thoughtful, and boiling me with your scarred breasts; then / from my flesh and blood Go up with your body to obtain your riches, your glory, your freedom; - O motherland, my dear / motherland! ★Poetry Three in Praise of the Motherland★: My motherland, the mountains and rivers across the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are everywhere showing a brilliant and glorious 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 the world. My motherland is as beautiful as flowers. I understand the burning soul from your spirit and the hardships of opening up a glorious tomorrow. My motherland is from the frontier to the coast. With your delicate beauty, I carry my simple emotions and send my deep affection to you, wishing that my 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 eyes. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. The dawn-like sun of my motherland embraces firm faith and turns the surging fighting spirit 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, raising burning faith and rushing towards a better future. Brilliant Future ★Poetry Four in Praise of the Motherland★: Ode to the Motherland———————————————— The years carry 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 I am full of heart. Passionate Motherland - Here I sing for you, Motherland, Motherland - You are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated over thousands of years. You are the waterfall at Hukou of the Yellow River, the white snow covering the Tianshan Mountains. You are solemn, deep, broad and broad. The torrential rivers are you. The breath of the boiling ocean is your blood, you are the theme of the world, everything in my life, the motherland, the motherland - you are the cry from the Tiananmen Tower, the burning flame of socialism, you are the clarion call of the people's revolution, a sail that rides the wind and waves, you Strong and confident, progressive and avant-garde, the grand blueprint of socialism activates your wisdom. The steaming rising sun in the East spurts your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the practitioner of socialism. Motherland, motherland - you are a ray of light on the shore of the South China Sea. A ray of sunshine in the small village of Luohu in the spring breeze. You are a railway track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. A group of derricks in the Tarim Oilfield. You are far-sighted, artistic and courageous. The great changes in the fishing villages have proved your courage. The smiles on the faces of the people are written about your great motherland - you. You have created life and transformed the world. My motherland, my motherland - you are the flying flag of world peace, the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are the warrior who defends the truth, the mother who nurtures her children. You are upright, fraternal, strong and kind. People around the world admire your mind and are grateful to the Chinese people. Your motherly love for the motherland - you soothe the pain of mankind in the war and bring the dawn of peace. Motherland, motherland - you have walked through thousands of years of history and spanned world civilizations. Keep up your kindness and fraternity, and defend green and peace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have such a motherland. The motherland - we are with you and we support you to move forward. Your sons and daughters firmly believe that the motherland will have a better tomorrow and the world will be better. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow for mankind will be better. ★Poems in Praise of the Motherland 5★: Motherland! This poetic name permeates every moment of your life

A season. It is a white dove that wakes up on the first morning of October under the blue sky. Ah! Motherland, I love you too deeply and for too long... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps. Let every dream be dripping with sweetness. Let all the singing voices be filled with golden notes to touch your days. Please spread the colorful clouds all over the sky for me. I want to inject eternal vitality into your luxuriant flowers. The first October is always like hot tears and falling flowers, full of echoes. The twang of the Republic of China passes through your heart and extends to the most exciting and surging melody. In my heart, you are not only Just a resting green island, you are a red cloud that I can rise to the rhythm of. 8. A poem about loving the motherland

Motherland, our mother, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are your two arms. The roof of the world is your shoulders, and we are your flesh and blood. Under your care, we Live happily in this world, our kindness will be unforgettable, we will never be separated, the years carry the footsteps of history, the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization, at the beginning of the century, I think of the motherland, full of passion for the motherland - here I sing for you, the motherland, Motherland - You are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated over thousands of years. You are the waterfall at the Hukou of the Yellow River, covered with white snow on the Tianshan Mountains. You are solemn and deep, broad and vast. The surging rivers are your breath. The boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world. It is the motherland of all my life, the motherland - you have gone through thousands of years of history and spanned world civilizations. You have understood through the ages and are determined to live forever for Internship. Your kindness and fraternity defend green and peace. We are yours. Sons and daughters, we are proud to have such a motherland. Your sons and daughters firmly believe that the motherland will have a better tomorrow.