A poem about returning to the motherland

1. Choose your own ancient poems describing the motherland. Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" is the grandeur of Mount Tai! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. Climbing Yueyang Tower, I've heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I finally climb this building.

The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water. There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.

The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. If there is a spring boat on the lake, there is no end to the joy of thinking. No matter what the future holds, I will bear it.

And my boat and I, before the evening breeze, skimmed the flowers and entered the lake. At dusk, I turned to the valley to the west, where I could see the southern star on the other side of the mountain.

The mist rose and circled softly, and the low moon slanted through the Woods. I choose to put aside all worldly things and just be an old man with a fishing rod. ..

Qingxi is from Wang Wei, and I have braved the wind and waves to cross the Huanghua River, and the thoroughfare is from Qingxi. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

Mount Zhongnan, with its huge height close to the city of heaven, connects Qian Shan to the corner of the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

Meng Haoran's "Qiu Deng Wan Shan Send Zhang Wu", on a north peak among the white clouds, you found your hiding place. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.

Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. I looked down at the riverbank and took a flat-headed rest with the folks who came home.

The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

A letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang. On the eighth day of the first month, the lake here is an air with heaven. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

"From a berth on Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou", I ran with the river all night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.

Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.

On a clear morning, in a Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine shone on the treetops. A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.

In Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Villa", the mountains cover the day and the sea drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

"Liangzhou Ci" The Yellow River, far from the white clouds, is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

Poetry, Wang, Linjiangzhu and Mingluan continued to sing and dance. The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.

The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.

Li Bai used to play here when he climbed the Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing, so this place was named after them, but now he abandoned it to this desolate river. Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine.

Three mountains and a half fall outside the blue sky, and Egret Island is wet. Because clouds can break the sun and hide his city from my melancholy heart.

"Early Interpretation of Baidicheng" pays tribute to Baidicheng, and a thousand miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

"Looking at Lushan Waterfall" Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke, overlooking the waterfall in Qianchuan. Flying down three thousands of feet, Ying is the Milky Way falling for nine days.

"Looking at Tianmen Mountain" Tianmen cuts off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu flows. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.

"Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Old friends say goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks will go down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

The Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao, where the yellow crane carried saints to heaven a long time ago, is now the only one left. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.

Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" Gushan Temple is located in the north of Jiating West, with a flat water surface and low clouds. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Ode to Mujiang is covered with sunset, half river rustling and half river red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

On the frosty night of Zhang Ji's "a night-mooring near maple bridge", Jiang Feng caught fire and slept. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

Liu Yuxi's "Zhi Zhu Ci" Liu Lv Jiang Shuiping, I listen to the songs on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is ruthless and affectionate.

Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" is thousands of miles long, green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

"Take the mountain" away from the cold mountain, the stone road is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Zhang Hu's "Nanjing Ferry" Jinling Du Jinshui Mountain Building, pedestrians can worry about themselves overnight. The tide sets on the moon, and the second and third fires in Guazhou.

The whole poem My Motherland is about my motherland.

The mountains are towering,

The majestic mountain peaks overlook the storms of history.

Twilight is boundless,

Let the wind and cloud pass.

The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.

My motherland,

The river runs,

The mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history,

Rush forward bravely,

Wash away the filth of a hundred years,

The stormy waves hit the canyon, and there were many ups and downs of fate.

My motherland,

Vast territory and rich resources,

Beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture.

The desert accepts the sunset,

Full moon and drunken lotus,

How many splendid civilizations are still shining on the vast land.

My motherland,

The people are hardworking,

Fifty-six ethnic groups sympathize with each other,

The magnificence of oriental charm,

The romantic style of humanistic style,

How many beautiful and moving legends have been passed down through the ages.

This is my motherland,

This is my beloved motherland.

I like your long and splendid history,

I like the flowers on every inch of your land,

I love your magnificent rivers and mountains,

I love you. The people are tenacious.

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.

I love my motherland deeply,

The beating heart has been beating for 5 thousand years,

I love my motherland deeply,

Surging blood rushed to the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,

I love my motherland deeply,

Yellow skin is printed with the color left by ancestors,

I love my motherland deeply,

Black eyes reveal a humble smile,

I love my motherland deeply,

Strong personality, tall and straight,

I love my motherland deeply,

The vast sea border is full of all my sustenance.

My motherland,

Lovely China,

You made a glorious history,

You raised a great country.

I'm proud of your age,

The wind of a thousand years can't break your tall and straight back,

I'm proud of your strength,

Resist internal troubles and foreign invasion, and go through the years.

I'm proud of your light,

The Chinese nation firmly grasps its own destiny,

I'm proud of your spirit,

Reform and opening up are magnificent.

Lovely motherland,

Wherever I go,

I hold your arm of strength,

No matter where I live,

You have warmed my heart.

Lovely motherland,

You are the helmsman of the new century,

You use speed, you use strength,

Create miracles that shock the world.

You work hard and use your wisdom,

Has carried on another more brilliant development!

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of hope,

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of vigor and vitality!

3. Poetry about the motherland. Write about my own country,

The mountains are towering,

The majestic mountain peaks overlook the storms of history.

Twilight is boundless,

Let the wind and cloud pass.

The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.

My motherland,

The river runs,

The mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history,

Rush forward bravely,

Wash away the filth of a hundred years,

The stormy waves beat against the fate in the canyon.

My motherland,

Vast territory and rich resources,

Beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture.

The desert accepts the sunset,

Full moon and drunken lotus,

How many splendid civilizations are still shining on the earth.

My motherland,

The people are hardworking,

Fifty-six ethnic groups are like brothers,

The charm of oriental charm,

The uniqueness of humanistic style,

How many beautiful and moving legends have been passed down through the ages.

Lovely motherland,

You hold fast to the rudder of the new century,

You use speed, strength,

Create miracles that shock the world.

You use hard work, wisdom,

Has carried on the brilliant development again and again!

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of hope,

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of vigor and vitality!

I love my motherland's ancient poems. Yue Fei.

Anger rushes to the crown, rain falls on the railing.

Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.

Thirty reputations, dust and dirt,

Eight thousand miles, clouds and the moon.

Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad.

Jingkang shame, still not snow;

When do courtiers hate their guts!

Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain.

Eager for pork,

Talking about the thirst for Hun blood.

Stay and clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky.

The autumn wind broke the hut. Du Fu

August and autumn are crisp and good, and my three hairs are rolled up. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.

The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.

The wind in Russia sets the color of clouds and ink, and the desert becomes dark in autumn. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!

There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!

5. What are the poems that praise the motherland?

1, Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu flowed to this time.

From: Wang Tianmen Mountain by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty.

Tianmen Mountain broke in the middle because the Chu River washed it away, and the clear water flowed eastward and turned back here.

Appreciation: stick to the theme, always write about Tianmen Mountain, focusing on the magnificent momentum of the eastern flow of the Chu River. It gives people rich associations: Tianmen Mountain and Tianmen Mountain were originally a whole, blocking the turbulent river. Due to the impact of the surging waves of the Chu River, Tianmen was knocked open and interrupted, becoming two mountains.

2. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms flow, and mandarin fish are fat.

Said by: Zhang, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, a fisherman's song, and an egret flying in front of the Cisse Mountain.

Egrets fly freely in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms bloom on the banks of the river, spring water rises at the beginning, and mandarin fish in the water are fat.

Appreciation: From a distance, it looks a bit like a white crane, with long legs and neck, which is convenient for finding food in the water. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse. They spread their wings and fly in front of Mount Cisse, making this land of fish and rice more interesting.

3, meet each other tirelessly, only respect Tingshan.

Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, sat alone in Jingting Mountain.

You look at me and I look at you. They don't hate each other, only me and Jingting Mountain in front of us.

Appreciation: Personalizing Jingting Mountain with Romanticism. Although the bird flew away, the poet didn't go back, and he didn't want to go back. He stared at the quiet and beautiful Jingting Mountain for a long time and felt that Jingting Mountain seemed to be looking at himself affectionately. There is no need to say anything between them, and they have reached emotional communication.

4. Looking at the blue sky, I saw the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.

Said by Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou by the Yellow Crane Tower.

His sail shadow gradually disappeared into the blue sky, only to see the Yangtze River rolling on the horizon.

Appreciation: it looks like a landscape, but there are poetic details in the landscape. Li Bai has been sending his friends to the boat, and the boat has already left, while he is still watching the sails in the distance by the river.

To the north of the Great Wall is a blue mountain range, and to the east is a white waterline.

From: Seeing Friends Off by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty.

Castle Peak stretches across the north of the city, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.