Poems about China and Taiwan Province Province

1. What are the poems about China and Taiwan Province Province? 1, Zheng Chenggong, "Futai" in Ming Dynasty.

It took ten years to recover the first base area by opening Jing Town and expelling He Yi.

Tianheng still has 3 thousand guests, so it is difficult to leave.

Full text translation:

Drive out the Dutch devils and exploit the Treasure Island through thorns;

It takes ten years to restore the ancestral business.

We are three thousand robes, close as a family, United as a family;

No hard journey can make us have the heart to leave.

2. Modern homesick poet Yu Guangzhong.

When I was a child,

Homesickness is a small stamp,

I'm at this end,

Mom is over there.

When I grow up,

Homesickness is a narrow ticket,

I'm at this end,

The bride is over there.

Later,

Homesickness is a short grave,

I'm outside,

Mom's inside.

now

Homesickness is a shallow strait,

I'm at this end.

3. Zhao Jiayin, a modern poet of Taiwan Province Province, we are waiting for you to go home.

Finally rippling

Just to get from the finish line to the starting point

In the shadow of the waves, I will pass by

Reflect on my lover

My lover's hometown.

That's your fruitful work.

Dimfragrance wandering thoughts

4. Yu Youren, a modern poet looking at the mainland.

Bury me in the mountains and see my hometown; Hometown is intangible and can never be forgotten.

Bury me in the mountains and see my continent; The mainland is invisible, only crying.

The sky is grey, the wilderness is vast, and Shan Ye is a state-owned ruin! If you can't go to the mainland and go back to your hometown, when will the mainland recover?

5. Yuan, a modern musician of "The Song of Seven Zitai Provinces"

We are a string of pearls in the East China Sea.

Ryukyu is my younger brother, and I am from Taiwan Province Province.

I still have Zheng's heroic spirit in my chest.

Loyal blood dyed my heirloom red.

Mom, the hot summer is killing me,

Give me an order and I can still attack the city.

Mom, I want to come back, mom!

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Baidu Encyclopedia-Futai

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Baidu Encyclopedia-Homesickness (Yu Guangzhong's poem Homesickness)

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Baidu Encyclopedia-Taiwan Province Province, we are waiting for you to go home.

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Baidu Encyclopedia-Looking at Hometown (Yu Youren Poetry)

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Baidu Encyclopedia-Song of Seven Sons Taiwan Province Province

This poem about Taiwan Province Province became fragile after a war.

I don't know if I'm in a foreign country, but I dream about Taiwan Province Province every night and hunt at school. I can't see my hometown, and I can't bear to cry about Taiwan Province Province.

There are silver candles in the poem, but there are no seas and mountains.

Look at my mainland and never forget it.

I have never lost my life!

Bury me in the mountains.

This is a rainy past.

Qiu Feng Jia

What can I say about the past? I didn't dream anything.

Have been separated from each other,

Only crying,

Look at my hometown, sad people get old before they get old!

Yu Youren's Looking at the Mainland

Bury me in the mountains,

Shan Ye, go back to Hanlangguan and escape from Laoshan? The shirt is stained with blood and tears, and the country is wild.

The mainland is invisible.

The sky is gray.

doomsday

Qiu Feng Jia

There is no wild goose in the sea.

There is a poem about the mainland and Taiwan Province Province. Help me find it. Mom, big brother is back! Author: Niu When you stepped out of the cabin, I recognized your father's stalwart body and mother's wise eyebrows in you. Only messy white hair makes people feel infinite. Go up to him and say, big brother, you're back, and your throat seems to be blocked by something. I think, in order to overthrow the monarchy, you took my hand and said goodbye to my mother under the big tree at the entrance to the village. I won, and you asked me to write to tell my mother that loyalty and filial piety can't be satisfactory. "The revolution has not yet succeeded. Comrades still need to work hard. " The gunfire of September 18th aroused the blood of your brother's men. You have a big knife in wyndell dichinson's hand. You and I shared a mouthful of dry food in the green tent. You and I wiped our guns together in the Battle of Shanghai and Shanghai. Wuhan defended the battlefield behind enemy lines. On the Taihang Mountain, you and I encouraged each other to return to our hometown and let the invaders shed blood and sacrifice to defend the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the political differences in China. Different political views have made you and I know each other for 50 years, and the hostility between relatives and enemies for almost 50 years has made my mother very angry. My mother once called me big brother when she was dying, saying that you couldn't see your big brother. However, my mother finally stood by and looked at the East helplessly. Today, 50 years later, you finally came back and crossed the strait. All the way over the mountains, the dust can't hide your eagerness. You and I bowed our heads and said nothing. When we left our hometown, we came to the big tree that our mother sent us away. I hold our genealogy in my hand, and you hold high incense in your hand to worship our ancestors. We came to mother's grave together. I called mom, big brother, and you cried when he came back. My son has come to see you. Two people who never know how to bend their knees on the battlefield. Two men, who have been at loggerheads for 50 years, fell on their knees like mountains in front of their mother's grave, letting tears flow and the sun set. The moon rises in the treetops. I shouted at the Yellow River, big brother. He's back. Tears of relief gushed from the Yellow River. I shouted at the Yangtze River. Brother, he's back. The crash of the Three Gorges Dam is like a welcome salute. I shouted at the Great Wall. Brother, he's back. The azaleas that have just bloomed inside and outside the Great Wall are red, as if they were specially paved for you. I shouted at Kunlun. Brother, he's back. Kunlun's response seems to be that the elders of his hometown are crowded around the door of our old house to help the old and bring the young, mumbling back and back. When I came back, I thought I heard mom's voice. Once again, she told us that a chopstick is easy to break and a chopstick will never bend. She also told us that "no one can live without this family" and "Jiangshan country needs two shoulders of you two brothers to share".

The villagers gathered in front of our old house and watched the stalwart bodies of our two brothers meet again. They can't help clapping their hands. This applause represents the mother's wish. This applause represents the voice of the villagers. People rushed to tell each other that his big boy was back, his uncle was back, and his uncle was back. The sound of "back" makes people feel hot, and the sound of "back" makes people can't help it. Tears streaming down her face again, big brother, big brother, you should have come back long ago. We should let bygones be bygones. I know that although you are rich, my life is booming, but it is always the jackal outside the door who does not compete with the stork for benefits. If you really want to hold your head high in front of foreigners, you and my brother need to work together to realize the dream of purple gas coming from the east and returning to the Tang Dynasty. The jackal outside our house is not dead, and wants to break into houses at any time to hurt our livestock and steal our cattle and sheep. We must see it clearly before we die. We have been told time and again that our family names are Zhong and Guo. No matter when you come, no one is allowed to change his name or surname, and no one is allowed to divide the land noisily. This is the mother's charge and the hope of the younger generation. The word "China" is more important than your life and mine. The news of his return spread all over the country like lightning. The villagers in my hometown are expecting you and me. People look forward to looking forward to looking forward to your and my first brilliant three-way handshake.

4. Poetry about Spring in Taiwan Province Province (Autumn)

Spring sorrow is hard to vent, so I look at the distant mountains with strong spirits. The past is shocking and tears will flow down. Forty million people cried at the same time. Last year, Taiwan Province Province was cut today.

Send tribute to Taiwan Province Province.

The king's spirit is in the original, and the hero knows where to go. In order to speak for the elders in their hometown, we must remember the official ceremonies of the Han Dynasty.

pass

Silver candle sings poetry, and tooth flag hunts. I don't know if I'm in a foreign country, but I dream about Taiwan Province Province every night.

Six poems leaving Taiwan

A, the prime minister has the right to cut land, solitary minister unable to save the day. The boat went to be a scorpion and looked back at the mountains and rivers. Second, the tiger and leopard are slightly closed, not to mention holding Ji Lang. In the end, Xianyang Palace is like a torch? Third, it is unknown whether the country will make a comeback, and it will be held by great men. What do you know about fame? Who will raise the banner of justice at sea? Fourth, from then on, the Central Plains feared Lu Chen, and the Eastern Zhou Dynasty was weak today. Looking at the scene in front of me coldly and walking into the mountains, the thorny bronze camel was deeply touched. Fifth, heroes regress, that is, immortals, and anger eliminates morality. I don't say knight errant, I won't ascend to heaven until I kill the enemy. Sixth, it is difficult to meet again in troubled times, and it is sad for brothers to leave. Serve relatives, be a fisherman, and you can hang a bill everywhere.

Recall the past. A distant answer to the second rhyme

The hero said that Zheng Yanping was ashamed and his eyes were broken. What time does Ge Jingdong order? The pledge of eternal love is even more unforgettable.

"feeling. Book for the old secretary of the rebels

Who can kill a whale with his bare hands? Worthy of being a hero. Holding up half the sky in the southeast, there is Zheng Yanping on earth.

Song of the Seven Sons. Taiwan Province Province (Wen Yiduo)

We are a string of pearls in the East China Sea, Ryukyu is my brother, and I am Taiwan Province Province. I still have the heroic spirit of Zheng in my chest, and my loyal red blood has touched my family. Mother, I can't stand the hot summer: give me an order and I can still attack the city. Mom! I want to come back, mom!

Homesickness (Yu Guangzhong)

When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. My mother grew up there, and homesickness is a narrow ticket. I am here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness was a low grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Homesickness is now a shallow strait. I am on this continent and there.

Jiang Bingkun, Vice Chairman of Kuomintang, visited the mainland for the first time in 56 years.

It is because all my compatriots belong to the dragon that state affairs are as important as party affairs. Half a century's sound is absolutely frosty, and a line of geese is full of tears. Brothers unite with gold, but brothers are not harmonious. Even if the rebel side becomes president, it will not enter the grave of China's ancestors! Yu Youren buried me in a high mountain and looked at my mainland. The mainland is invisible, but he is crying. Bury me in a high mountain and look at my hometown. I can't see it or face it. The mountains are grey and the fields are boundless. The injury of the mountain is the injury of the country.

How's it going? Pretty much, right

5. Poems about Taiwan Province Province [Taiwan Province Province] Huang's Chinatown

This is a port.

The local accent of China people.

There is no need to ask where the guests are from.

A bright yellowish complexion.

Yangzhou Yima

Chang 'an Quegong

Yan yuan became a kind of queen.

The wind is Xiao Sheng in history.

It sounds like

A song as soft as a dream

It is a castle that will never be stationed.

Twenty-four flowers from China gathered together.

You are a bluegrass that can take root without soil.

Drinking the cold of frost and snow

Bloom the fragrance of the East.

Unique flag image

The waves of the Yellow River always flow eastward to the sunny side.

This is an excellent relief.

Yangshao Ming yellow glaze in Yin Ruins.

Clouds will change.

Like an emissary from the Yumen Pass in the Western Heaven.

The sea is the Silk Road in your heart.

Lonely sails and distant shadows

The bright moon in my hometown is looking up at the magnetic field of Beidou.

You become a careful collector.

I was once poor and pawned my soft hands.

Just refused to pawn the furniture brought from the motherland.

Five thousand years is not an antique that can be auctioned casually.

But a magic lamp that can bring happiness.

The poet Huang traveled overseas, and his heart was attached to the motherland. Suffering from not being with the motherland forever, he moved his patriotic thoughts to Chinatown and constructed the "Chinatown" of this poem with a pair of pure "Tang Dynasty" pen and ink. Zhao Guotai, a poet and critic, once had an incisive artistic analysis of this poem. He said, "Chinatown is a window of China's history and culture in the west. To complete this high-level generalization and elaboration, it is necessary to use metaphors and enumerations in art. The use of this method makes the works rich in connotation without congestion, elegant without stagnation. To achieve this, it depends on the multi-angle beauty in the formal structure, so that the inner layer is embedded; Broadly cultivate the language image of oriental sentiment, and occasionally change the subject and object to make the situation jump out of the ethereal, especially the first sentence. The whole poem gives a widescreen effect. "

How wonderful, "Chinatown", a thawed harbor with China accent, a quiet castle with Chunlan and Qiuju, and a relief of oriental culture that ruined the bath. China sent love to China, China ink stick wrote love to China, and in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Zhang Jiuling lamented that he "left home young". Zheng Suo, a adherent of the Southern Song Dynasty, has a soilless painting under Nanlangen; Master Wang Wei bid farewell to Weicheng friends in the morning rain; Li Bai, a poet, once stood by the Yangtze River and saw the sadness of his old friend's lonely sail. But also the majestic posture of Yangzhou Post Horse, the style of Chang 'an Palace Que, and the twenty-four flowers in the south. Singing and sighing, the colorful bridge that overseas Chinese care about the motherland rises higher and higher.