Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
1. Poems describing the Yangtze River in the motherland
The stars leaned down from the clearing, and the moon came running from the river.
The lonely sail is far away, but I can send Meng Haoran to Guangling in the sky of the Yangtze River.
Tianmen breaks the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu flows back to Li Baiwang Tianmen Mountain.
The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river flows into the river (Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry")
Leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll on Du Fu and climb up the mountain.
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia.
2. Yellow River
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Wang Zhihuan Liangzhou Ci
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea. By going up one flight of stairs, look, thousands of miles away, Wang Zhihuan is in the heron building.
The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his mind. Li Bai gave Pei fourteen songs.
Have you ever noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return? Li Bai's "Drinking"
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. Wang Wei's Frontier Ambassador
3. A poem describing Guilin, a great country.
The scenery in Guilin is the best in the world.
Riding the wind and waves, people are in a landscape picture of Guilin.
Han tablet looks at Shandong, Tang tablet looks at An, and Song tablet looks at Guilin (proverb).
4. Hangzhou
Wanqing Lake is as flat as a mirror, and it is suitable for autumn in all seasons.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountain is Kong Yu. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
2. Poems describing the great changes of the motherland in ancient and modern times, poems describing the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, once you get a glimpse of the summit, you will see that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky. ..
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
1. The stars are leaning down from the clearing, and a poem describes the Yangtze River of the motherland. Du Fu's "The Sun and the Moon Flowing Up the River" has a solitary sail and a blue sky. However, Li Bai's Seeing Meng Haoran Go to Guangling interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flowed eastward back to the beginning of Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain. At the end of the plain, the river flowed into the river (Li Bai's Seeing Off at Jingmen Ferry dripped like waterfall on the leaves, Du Fu's Up the Mountain always rolled in my eyes). Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia Sushi 2 The Yellow River is far from the white clouds, and it is a lonely city.
Wang Zhihuan Liangzhou Ci, the mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Wang Zhihuan's In the Lodge of Herons, The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his mind. Have you noticed the fourteen gifts that Li Bai gave Pei? How the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever.
Li Bai's "Into the Wine" is lonely, and the long river sets the yen. Wang Wei's "Breaking the Fortress" 3. Poems describing the great rivers and mountains of the motherland Guilin is the best in the world. In the rippling blue waves, people overlook the world's "Guilin landscape" in Shandong Tourism Pictorial, including four monuments: Han Monument, Tang 'an Monument and Song Guilin Monument. The Wanqing Lake in Hangzhou is as flat as a mirror, the autumn water is the best in April, and the mountain scenery in Kong Yu is also strange; If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
3. Poems describing the earth-shaking changes in the motherland On the 70th anniversary of the National Day, the country has undergone earth-shaking changes in the past 70 years. Poems describing the earth-shaking changes in the countryside and the environment, and poems describing the earth-shaking changes in the motherland for decades, have surpassed the development of the past few thousand years, and the development is staggering.
Poems about the development and changes of the motherland, poems about the changes of the motherland, poems about the crazy changes of the motherland, are shared with you. 002.jpg1,I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been here half the time recently.
Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. "Two Hometown Couplets" Tang Dynasty: How to interpret: I left my hometown for many years, and people and things have changed a lot in recent years.
Only the lake in front of the door, the spring breeze will not get old. 2. Jiangnan Jiangbei Hometown, a 30-year dream.
Today, Wu Wei is cold; Guangling Taidian is desolate. The next five generations of "Crossing the Zhongjiang River and Looking at Shicheng to Cry": Interpretation by Li Yu: Jiangnan Jiangbei is my hometown. Thirty years has been like a dream, but now it has become deserted, and Guangling Terrace has become extremely deserted.
3. It doesn't matter who lives in the light smoke room. Pour the residual jade through the bamboo, roll up the "Huang Ting" and lie down to see the mountain.
Living in a very rural place, every bit in the world doesn't matter. 3. Autumn troubles at home, and cold nights in the neighborhood. Tang Dynasty: Li Bai explained: In autumn, we have to do very hard farm work in the fields at home, and the girls next door are always very cold in spring nights.
4. The Xie Family Courtyard is erected, and Yan Su carves beams. The silver wall of the moon does not distinguish flowers.
"Picking mulberry seeds, the remains of Xiejia Courtyard stand" Qing: Nalan Xingde Interpretation: The remains of Xiejia Courtyard stand in the courtyard, swallows sleep on it, and the moon shines, which cannot tell the fragrance of the courtyard. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
6. Flowers, as high as my window, hurt the heart of a vagrant, because I see from this height that sadness is everywhere. The bright silk river in spring floats between the earth and heaven, just like a cloud on the jade peak, between ancient times and the present. The northern dynasties remained unchanged, and bandits dared not go out to the western hills, sighing at dusk and chatting at night. 7. The salute to celebrate the National Day anniversary shook the world, and the five-star red flag was like rosy clouds. The glorious course has attracted worldwide attention, and the land of China is full of flowers. After the reform and opening up, the sail was raised and the motherland leapt to a swift horse. Today, the map of war and flood is exhibited again, and the brilliant prospect is praised by the world. Now, after this storm, it is even more impressive. 8, people! No matter how long you have been away from home, no matter how high your status is, no matter whether you are poor or rich, the most difficult thing to give up is your feelings for your hometown. The most unforgettable thing is the landscape of your hometown, the food you want to eat most, the local accent and rhyme you want to hear most, and the most important thing to do is to contribute your strength to your hometown.
9. China's progress and development are surging forward, vast and unstoppable. Our great motherland has experienced five thousand years.
In the long history of 5,000 years, the people of China have made indelible contributions to human civilization with their ingenuity and outstanding creation. We firmly believe that the industrious, brave and wise people of China, in the unprecedented great practice of building a well-off society in an all-round way, will certainly be able to stride forward with one heart and one mind, accomplish the lofty mission entrusted by the times with honor, and build China into a prosperous, strong, democratic and civilized socialist modern country at an early date.
The fate of the motherland is the fate of everyone in China. The development and prosperity of the motherland depends on the efforts and struggles of every Chinese son and daughter. We should always think about what I have done for our motherland, instead of asking our mother for anything. We must never love our motherland with empty words.
As an ordinary employee and young employee of a state-owned enterprise, I must put my passion for my motherland into my daily practical work, be loyal to my duties, be realistic and conscientious, make contributions to the development of the enterprise, work hard and be conscientious, and achieve good economic benefits for the enterprise. This is a concrete manifestation of loving the country.
4. Poems about changes in the motherland ★ Poems praising the motherland ★: Autumn wind blows gently! Blow! Blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! ★ Praise for the Motherland 2 ★: "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I/am your brand-new ideal, just out of the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! I/am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You/feed me lost, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! ★ Psalm 3 ★: My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing a splendid journey everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, full of simple feelings, I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and brilliant. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal rivers and mountains of reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. At the dawn of my motherland, the sun holds a firm belief and turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of the great motherland's oriental civilization is like a Mercedes-Benz train, holding up the burning belief to meet the dawn of the century and sail for a more brilliant future. Bearing the footsteps of history, the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland with passion-here I am in song for you. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your breath, and the boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and the whole of my life. Motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, the flaming flame of socialism, the horn of the people's revolution, and the sail of riding the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and enterprising, and the avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is spreading your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast and a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and a derrick in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill and courage, and the great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The smiling faces of the people write about your great motherland-your motherland that created life and transformed the world. Motherland-you are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a soldier who defends the truth and raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. The sons and daughters of China are grateful to your mother-like motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and brought the dawn of peace. Motherland, Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You've always known that. Firmly for Intel, you are kind and loving, defending Greenpeace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have such a motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the future of the motherland is better, the future of the world is better and the future of mankind is better. This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream flow with sweetness, and let all voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your gorgeous life. The first October is always like tears, full of the echo of the Republic. It passes through your heart and extends to the most passionate melody in my heart. Motherland ... for whom is the crown of October worn? On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the drums of harvest. I recall the historical sounds carved on white marble, and my thoughts have changed. How can the mountains and rivers in Wan Li not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? ! Qian Fan celebrated the rising October, and my singing turned my motherland into a flock of doves flying high.
5. What are the poems about the rapid development of the motherland? 1 The motherland is the Oriental Pearl, the soaring dragon in Asia, and the rising sun on the horizon; The motherland is in your heart and in mine.
In my heart, in everyone's heart in China.
60 years' efforts have made backwardness a thing of the past. After 60 years of hard work, Spring will stay in China forever.
The Jiazi Republic has built a well-off society by leaps and bounds, and the people of China have drawn a harmonious blueprint in the past 60 years.
The 60-year construction process has been fruitful, and the road to entrepreneurship in the new century has a bright future.
China is taking off like a dragon. May you fly higher and higher, shine with the sun and the moon, live forever like a star, and shine like a star.
Sixty years ago, New China was born in the east of the world. In 60 years, China will be at the top of the world!
What a heroic poem it is to catch turtles in five oceans in nine days on a month! We all did it, Shenzhou VII, the Olympics, the Chinese nation.
Created one miracle after another.
The rising sun and auspicious clouds are competing everywhere, and everything is magnificent in the spring breeze and rain.
1980 years later, we personally experienced the brilliant achievements of 30 years of reform and opening up, and we lamented that the motherland was strong.
6. Poems about changes in the motherland ★ Poems praising the motherland ★: Autumn wind blows gently! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! ★ Praise for the Motherland 2 ★: "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I/am your brand-new ideal, just out of the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! I/am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You/feed me lost, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! ★ Psalm 3 ★: My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing a splendid journey everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, full of simple feelings, I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and brilliant. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal rivers and mountains of reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. At the dawn of my motherland, the sun holds a firm belief and turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of the great motherland's oriental civilization is like a Mercedes-Benz train, holding up the burning belief to meet the dawn of the century and sail for a more brilliant future. Bearing the footsteps of history, the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland with passion-here I am in song for you. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your breath, and the boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and the whole of my life. Motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, the flaming flame of socialism, the horn of the people's revolution, and the sail of riding the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and enterprising, and the avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is spreading your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast and a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and a derrick in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill and courage, and the great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The smiling faces of the people write about your great motherland-your motherland that created life and transformed the world. Motherland-you are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a soldier who defends the truth and raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. The sons and daughters of China are grateful to your mother-like motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and brought the dawn of peace. Motherland, Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You've always known that. Firmly for Intel, you are kind and loving, defending Greenpeace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have such a motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the future of the motherland is better, the future of the world is better and the future of mankind is better. This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream flow with sweetness, and let all voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your gorgeous life. The first October is always like tears, full of the echo of the Republic. It passes through your heart and extends to the most passionate melody in my heart. Motherland ... for whom is the crown of October worn? On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the drums of harvest. I recall the historical sounds carved on white marble, and my thoughts have changed. How can the mountains and rivers in Wan Li not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? ! Qian Fan celebrated the rising October, and my singing turned my motherland into a flock of doves flying high.