1. Verses praising the motherland

1. The boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. ——Du Fu's "Ascend the High"

2. If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. ——Li Bai's "Jinjinjiu"

3. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust. ——Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

4. The Yellow River falls from the sky and flows through the East China Sea, thousands of miles written in the mind. ——Li Bai's "Gift to Pei Fourteen"

5. The Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point. ——Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain"

6. When I die, I know that everything is in vain, but I am not as sad as Jiuzhou. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices. ——Lu You's "Shi'er"

7. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. ——Li Bai's "Send Off to Meng Haoran in Guangling"

8. The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting in the long river. ——Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress"

9. The great river goes eastward, and the waves are washed away, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. ——Su Shi's "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia"

10. The stars hang down on the plains and the fields are vast, and the moon surges into the river. ——Du Fu's "Walking at Night"

11. Thirty thousand miles east of the river, there is a sea of ??people, but five thousand are still on the skyscrapers. The remaining people shed tears in the dust and looked south to the king's division for another year. ——Lu You, "Feelings of the Dawn on an Autumn Night, Stepping out of the Fence Gate to Welcome the Coolness"

12. Live as a hero, and die as a ghost. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. ——Li Qingzhao's "Summer Quatrains"

13. The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level. ——Wang Zhihuan, "Climbing the Stork Tower"

14. Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. ——Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"

15. The mountains follow the plains, and the rivers flow into the great rivers. ——Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"

16. There are Tianjies to the north and south of Zhouqiao, where the elderly are waiting to drive home. Holding back tears, he asked the envoy: "When will the Sixth Army really come?" ——Fan Chengda's "State Bridge"

17. Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou.

——Lin Sheng's "Inscription on Lin'an Residence" 2. Poems in Praise of the Motherland

Poems in Praise of the Motherland Oh, 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! The poem praising the motherland, "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" / is your brand-new ideal, which has just broken free from the cobweb of myth; I / am the germ of the ancient lotus under your snow quilt; I / am the one with tears hanging on your face / Laughing vortex; 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! Poems in praise of the motherland. My motherland. The mountains and rivers across the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are everywhere showing a splendid journey. Like a golden lamp, the light illuminates the sails of a voyage. My motherland, you use your wise soul to lead the world to open up a broad road. Make the motherland as delicate as flowers and depict the brilliance of the East. My motherland is as beautiful as flowers. From your spirit, from your blueprint, I understand the burning soul and the hardships of opening up a glorious tomorrow. My motherland has your beauty from the frontier to the coast. Beautiful, with simple emotions, I place my deep affection on my motherland, wishing it to 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 eyes of the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland, the dawn of my motherland. Like the sun, with firm faith, we turn our 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 more glorious future. Praise Poems of the motherland. Ode to the motherland. 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. The motherland - here I sing for you. The motherland, the motherland - you are the accumulation of thousands of years of history. The confluence of the sources of civilization. You are the waterfall at the Hukou of the Yellow River. You are covered with white snow on the Tianshan Mountains. You are solemn and deep. You are broad and broad. The surging rivers are your breath. The boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world. Everything about my life. Motherland, motherland. ——You are a cry from the Tiananmen Gate Tower, the blazing flame of socialism. You are a clarion call for the people's revolution, a sail that rides the wind and waves. You are strong and confident, progressive and the grand blueprint of avant-garde socialism activates your wisdom. The steaming rising sun in the East is gushing. Your vitality, you are the creator of the world, the practitioner of socialism, motherland, motherland - you are a ray of spring breeze on the coast of the South China Sea, a ray of morning sun in the small village of Luohu, you are a railway track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, a group of derricks in the Tarim Oilfield, you are far-sighted. The great changes in fishing villages, big and small, prove your courage. The smiles on the faces of the people are written about your great motherland - you create life and transform the world. Motherland, motherland - you are the flying banner of world peace and the progress of human civilization. You are a warrior who defends the truth, a mother who nurtures her children. You are upright and fraternal, strong and kind. The people of the world admire your heart and Chinese people are grateful for your motherly love for the motherland. You have soothed the pain of mankind in the war and brought the dawn of peace to the motherland. Ah, motherland - you have gone through thousands of years of history and spanned world civilizations. You have been clear through the ages and have been steadfast in your work. Your kindness and fraternity have defended green and peace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have Such a motherland makes us proud of our 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, the world will have a better tomorrow, and mankind will have a better tomorrow. Poems in praise of the motherland five★: Motherland! This poetic name permeates every season of your life. It is a white dove that wakes up on the first morning of October under the blue sky! 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 green island to rest, you are a red cloud that I can rise to the rhythm of, no matter the mountains, rivers, valleys, fields, trails, and sea. Countless failures and successes make October fuller! 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 the historical sounds on the white marble sculptures. My thoughts had changed. How could the mountains and rivers with flying clouds and thousands of miles not cultivate my beautiful character and spirit? Ethics? ! In the rising month of October, thousands of sails are racing, and my singing, my motherland, has transformed into a flock of soaring white doves, vibrating endlessly, vibrating endlessly...

3. What are the verses praising the motherland?

The verses praising the motherland are: 1. The Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward to this point.

From: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain" by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty. Translation: Tianmen Mountain broke off in the middle because the Chu River broke it open, and the clear water rushed eastwards and turned back here.

Appreciation: Stick to the title, always write about Tianmen Mountain, and focus on the magnificent momentum of the Chu River flowing eastward, rushing through Tianmen Mountain. It gives people rich associations: the two mountains of Tianmen were originally a whole, blocking the raging river.

Due to the impact of the raging waves of the Chu River, the "Tianmen" was opened, interrupting it and forming two mountains, the east and west. 2. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.

From: Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi: Egrets Flying in Front of Xisai Mountain". Translation: Egrets are flying freely in front of Xisai Mountain, peach blossoms are in full bloom on the river banks, the spring water is rising, and mandarin fish are plump in the water.

Appreciation: From a distance, it looks a bit like a white crane, with particularly long legs and neck, making it easier to find food in the water. "Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain", they spread their wings and fly in front of Xisai Mountain, making this land of plenty and plenty of life even more interesting.

3. I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain. From: "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain" by Li Bai, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty.

Translation: You look at me, I look at you, we don’t hate each other, it’s just me and the Jingting Mountain in front of me. Appreciation: Use romantic techniques to personify and personalize Jingting Mountain.

Although the bird flew away, the poet still did not go back, nor did he want to go back. He stared at the quiet and beautiful Jingting Mountain for a long time, feeling that Jingting Mountain seemed to be looking at him lovingly. There is no need to say anything between them, they have reached emotional communication.

4. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. From: Li Bai, the great poet of the Tang Dynasty, "Farewell to Meng Haoran at the Yellow Crane Tower in Guangling".

Translation: The shadow of his sail gradually disappeared into the blue sky, and only the billowing Yangtze River was seen rushing across the horizon. Appreciation: It seems to be a description of scenery, but the description of scenery contains a poetic detail.

"The solitary sail is far away and its shadow disappears in the blue sky." Li Bai kept sending his friends on the boat. The boat had already sailed away, but he was still watching the sailing sails go away by the river. 5. Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds Dongcheng.

From: "Farewell to a Friend" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. Translation: Green mountains lie on the north side of the city wall, and sparkling water surrounds the east side of the city.

4. Poems about praising the motherland

The gentle autumn breeze! 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! "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I am your new ideal, just breaking free from the cobweb of myth; I am the germ of the ancient lotus under your snow quilt; I am your tearful laughter vortex ; I / am the newly painted / snow-white starting line; / am / the crimson dawn is / gushing; - the 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! My motherland, the mountains and rivers across the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are everywhere showing a splendid 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 a broad road, making the motherland like flowers. Delicately depicts the brilliance of the East. My motherland is as beautiful as flowers. From your spirit, from your blueprint, I understand the burning soul and the hardships of opening up a glorious tomorrow. My motherland has your delicate beauty from the frontier to the coast. I have simplicity in my heart. I will be full of deep feelings and hope that the motherland will be more prosperous and dazzling. My motherland’s Yellow River, Yangtze River, and Great Wall have created eternal rivers and mountains. Reform, opening up, and development have lit up the world’s vision. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. My motherland is like the dawn of the sun. With a firm belief, turn 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, holding up burning faith and rushing towards a more glorious future★Poetry in praise of the motherland Four★: 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, full of passion for the motherland—— Here I am for You sing about the motherland, the 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, the white snow covering the Tianshan Mountains. You are solemn and deep, broad and broad. The surging rivers are your breath, the boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world, the motherland of all my life, the motherland - you are a cry from the Tiananmen Gate 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 are strong, confident, progressive and avant-garde of socialism. The grand blueprint of the East is activating your wisdom. The steaming rising sun in the East is gushing your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the practitioner of socialism. The motherland, the motherland - you are a ray of spring breeze on the coast of the South China Sea and a touch of rising sun in the small village of Luohu. 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 prove your courage. The smiles on the people's faces are written about your great motherland - you created life and transformed the world. Motherland. , Motherland - You are the flying flag of world peace, the messenger of the progress of human civilization, you are the warrior who defends the truth, the mother who nurtures her children, you are upright and fraternal, strong and kind. The people of the world admire your mind. The Chinese people are grateful to your maternal love for the motherland - you comfort them. You have overcome the pain of mankind in the flames of war and brought the dawn of peace. My motherland, my motherland - you have gone through thousands of years of history and spanned world civilizations. Green and Peace We are proud to be your sons and daughters. We are proud to have such a motherland. Motherland - We are with you and we support you in moving forward. Your sons and daughters firmly believe that the future of the motherland will be better, the tomorrow of the world will be better, and the tomorrow of mankind will be better. . 5. Ancient poems praising the motherland

1. How about Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young. The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dawn. Zeng Yun is born in the chest, and the returning bird enters the canthus. You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of the mountains. ——"Looking at the Mountains" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty

Translation: How about the scene of Mount Tai, the first of the five mountains? On the land of Qilu, the green mountains have no end. Nature brings together all the magical and beautiful scenes. The yin and yang of the southern and northern mountains are decomposed, and the morning and evening are different.

Watching the rising clouds makes one’s heart clear; watching the returning birds whirling into the mountains makes one’s eyes burst into tears. Be sure to climb to the top of Mount Tai and overlook the seemingly insignificant mountains.

2. The oriole sings thousands of miles away, the green reflects the red, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers in the water village are in the wind. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist. ——"Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty

Translation: The vast south of the Yangtze River is full of orioles and swallows dancing, green trees and red flowers complement each other, and wine flags are flying everywhere in the villages near the water and in the city walls at the foot of the mountains.

Many of the more than 480 ancient temples left over from the Southern Dynasties are now shrouded in mist.

3. The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. ——From "Long Night Book" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty

Translation: The stars hang on the horizon, the plains appear wide; the moonlight surges with the waves, and the river rolls eastward.

4. Tianmen interrupts the opening of Chujiang River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point. ——From "Looking at Tianmen Mountain" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Translation: The Yangtze River is like a giant ax splitting open the majestic Tianmen Peak, and the green river water flows eastward here to swirl and surge.

5. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I hear the sound of people stepping on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine. ——"One of Two Bamboo Branch Poems" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty

Translation: There are green willows on the bank, the wind and waves are calm in the river, and suddenly the familiar singing voice of the lover on the bank is heard. Just like the sun rises in the east and rain falls in the west. You say it's not a sunny day, but it is a sunny day. 6. Poems praising the country

Ancient poems praising the motherland 1. "Spring Outlook" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty.

I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I am frightened when I hate others. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. 2. "Summer Quatrains" Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty was born as a hero, and died as a ghost hero.

I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. 3. "Zhou Bridge" Fan Cheng, Song Dynasty. There are Tianjie to the north and south of Dazhou Bridge, where his father is waiting for his return trip.

Holding back tears, he asked the envoy, "When will the Sixth Army really come?" 4. "Inscribed on Lin'an Residence" Song Dynasty Lin Shengshan's Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop. The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou.

5. "Shi'er" Lu You of the Song Dynasty knew that everything was in vain when he died, but he was not as sad as Jiuzhou. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices.

6. "On an autumn night, I feel the dawn as I step out of the gate to welcome the coolness." Song Dynasty Lu traveled thirty thousand miles east of the river and was surrounded by people, and five thousand were still on the skyscrapers. The remaining people shed tears in the dust and looked south to the king's division for another year.

7. "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia" Su Shi of the Song Dynasty went eastward along the river, and the waves were swept away, and he became a romantic figure through the ages. Therefore, on the west side of the fortress, the human path is: Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms.

Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.

I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes.

My motherland wanders in my mind, my affection should laugh at me, and I will be born early. Life is like a dream, a bottle of wine can return the moon to the river.

8. "Yellow Crane Tower" Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty. The ancients had gone by Yellow Crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower was vacant here. The yellow crane is gone and never returns, and the white clouds remain empty for thousands of years.

There are Hanyang trees in Qingchuan and Parrot Island with luxuriant grass. Where is Rimuxiangguan? The smoke on the Yanbo River makes people sad.

9. "Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.

The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.

10. "Bamboo Branch Poems" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. The road is ruthless and sunny.

11. "Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. The orioles are singing thousands of miles away, reflecting the red green, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water villages. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.

12. "Mountain Journey" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. The stone path on the Hanshan Mountain is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.

13. "Inscribed on the Jinling Ferry" by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty. Traveling to Jinlingjin to cross the water at the mountain tower, travelers can worry about it for a night. In the setting moon of the river at night when the tide is falling, two stars and three stars are like Guazhou.

14. "Ode to the Dusk River" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. It's a pity that on the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.

15. How about Du Fudai Zongfu of Tang Dynasty in "Wang Yue"? Qilu is still young. The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dawn.

Stratus clouds grow in the chest, and returning birds enter the canthus. You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of the mountains. 7. About ancient poems praising the country

5 classic patriotic poems Lu You’s "Shi'er" I knew everything would be in vain when I died, but the sorrow is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.

Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains. Don’t Don't forget to tell Nai Weng when making family sacrifices. Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" is full of anger and rushes to the crown, and the rain stops at the end.

Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, strong and intense. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.

Don’t wait and see when your young head turns gray and you are filled with sorrow. The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved; the hatred of the ministers will never be extinguished.

Driving a long car to trample through, Helan Mountain is missing. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.

It’s time to start over and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque.

Era: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Wen Tianxiang Works: Crossing Ling Ding Yang Content: After a hard encounter, only a few stars fell in the fight. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs, and the rain hits the rafters.

I am afraid of being alone on the beach, I am sighing for being alone in the ocean.

Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history! Era: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Yue Fei Works: Manjianghong Content: Furious, the rain breaks by the railing.

Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.

Don’t wait for your young man’s head to turn gray, and feel so sad. The shame of Jingkang has not yet been revealed; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be extinguished? Driving a long car to break through the gap in Helan Mountain.

The ambition is to eat the meat of the Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of the Huns when they are thirsty. Waiting to clean up the old mountains and rivers from scratch, facing the sky.

Era: Qing Dynasty Author: Gong Zizhen Works: Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai Content: The anger of Kyushu relies on wind and thunder, and it is sad that thousands of horses are silent. I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind.

Marching from the Army (Choose one) ★ Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty The snow-capped mountains are covered with long clouds in Qinghai, and the isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. Yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.

Leaving the Fortress (Choose one) ★ Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty was at the Pass of the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain.

Young Man (Choose one) Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty was born as an official in the Han Dynasty, Yu Linlang, and first fought with the hussars in Yuyang. Who knew it would be painful to go to the side court? Even if I die, I can still smell the fragrance of the chivalrous bones.

Wu Wei sent Judge Liu to march to Qixi. Five classic patriotic modern poems "Prison Song" (Ye Ting) The door for people to enter and exit was locked, the hole for dogs to crawl out was open, a voice shouted : Climb out and give you freedom! I long for freedom, but I also know that a human body cannot crawl out of a dog's hole! I can only look forward to the day when the underground fire surges and burns this living coffin with me. I should gain eternal life in the fire and blood! Shu Ting: Motherland, my dear motherland, I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years, I am the blackened miner's lamp on your forehead, shining on you as you snail and groping 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 brand-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 The motherland taught me how to miss her Liu Bannong There are some light clouds floating in the sky, and some breeze blowing on the ground. ah! The breeze blew my hair, teaching me how to miss her? The moonlight falls in love with the ocean, and the ocean falls in love with the moonlight.

Ah! Such a honey-like silver night, how can I miss her? The fallen flowers on the water flow slowly, and the fish swim slowly under the water. ah! Swallow, what did you say? Teach me how to miss her? Dead trees sway in the cold wind, and wildfires burn in the dusk.

Ah! There is still some lingering clouds in the west sky. How can I miss her? Written in the UK in the 1920s, Liu Bannong missed his motherland and was later composed and sung by Zhao Yuanren, a master of traditional Chinese culture. You are (Zang Kejia) You are the peak of Mount Tai, sublime and hard; You are the Yangtze River that rushes through the Three Gorges, surging and surging, a Thinking of your image for sixty-one years, the rain and wind roar in my ears. You are a blazing fire, burning the rotten things clean; you are the mirror that condenses the light. You focus the people's hopes. You are creating a new one. history, and inherit the excellent tradition. Everyone cheers and pays tribute to you. You have a broad mind and do not take credit for yourself. Your feet are rooted in the earth, and your prestige reaches the sky. The times are rolling, and you are a dragon in the clouds; In the face of the evil tiger, you are courageous, clenching the iron fist and never relaxing. You are the lightning that breaks through the darkness, you are the dormant thunder, you are the sea of ??wisdom, you are the high-hanging sky lantern, you are the people's Warrior_______ is infinitely powerful! You are heroic, forever moving forward, forever young. I love this land. Author Ai Qing. If I were a bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat: This land that is battered by storms, this river that is always surging with our sorrow and indignation. , the angry wind that blows endlessly, and the extremely gentle dawn from the forest... - Then I died, and even the feathers rotted in the earth. Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply... 10 classic patriotic quotes 47. Live and die to benefit the country, how can you avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings?

(Lin Zexu of the Qing Dynasty, "Talking to family members at the entrance to the garrison") 48. I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind. (Qing Dynasty Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai") 49. I am smiling at the sky with my sword across the board.

Go and keep the liver and gallbladder. (Qing Dynasty Tan Sitong's "Prison Wall Inscription") 50 "With the blood of a hundred thousand heads, we must restore the world!" Qiu Jin 51. It is common to break one's body and bones, but I hope to sacrifice myself to serve the country.

("Missing Title" by Qiu Jin of the Qing Dynasty) 52. If you die for your country on the battlefield, why return wrapped in horse leather? ("Going Out of the Fortress" by Xu Xilin of the Qing Dynasty) 1. I dare not forget about my country because of my humble position - Song Dynasty's Lu You's "Sickness arose from the book" 2. Every inch of the mountains and rivers is rich in gold - Qing Dynasty's Huang Zunxian's "Gift to Liang Ren's Parents in the Same Year" 3. Sacrifice one's life National calamity, seeing death suddenly as if home - Three Kingdoms, Wei, Cao Zhi's "White Horse" 4. When the body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the son's soul is the ghost hero - Warring States, Chu, Qu Yuan's "National Tragedy" 5. But let the dragon city fly In the near future, we will not teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountains - Tang Dynasty. Wang Changling's "Out of the Barrier" 5 classic patriotic songs Sing a folk song to the party The east is red Liuyang River The sun is the reddest Chairman Mao's dearest words Remember socialism in your heart Good osmanthus blooms Happiness comes to Honghu.