? Children's poems praising the motherland:

Motherland, I don't need words. I walk on your land, and I use the steps you gave me. I swam in your river, and I used the memory you gave me.

motherland, I don't need words. Open your eyes and listen to your voice.

The morning is the morning of Song Ci, the evening is the evening of Tang Poetry, the rain lane is the rain lane of Chu State, and the wind and waves are the wind and waves in the northern part of the country. When you stand up, you will see the ancient trees and the Great Wall of Xuanyuan, and when you fall down, it will be the territory of indomitable spirit and ancestors.

You are a mother, so I don't need to express my gratitude. You are a lover, which makes me feel warm.

I read the philosophy of ancient Greece, the doctrine of France, the lawn of the White House, the masonry of Red Square, Marx's beard, Edison's light, Whitman's straw hat, and the finger of the Lord. I can't change it. My body is the body of China.

My ancestors, my family, breathed the air of China and drank the sweet spring of China. My blood vessels surged with the wisdom of Confucius, the grief of Qu Yuan and the justice of Wen Tianxiang.

We spin cotton, we grow rice, we pull nets and fish, and generations die of old age in any mountain and wander in any meadow.

cry, be happy, and fall in love with a wonderful man. Sing, run, write letters, date, and spend the four seasons in the shadow of your ancestors.

In the history of China, pain is the pain of China people, and shame is the shame of China people. China's culture, dictionaries are national dictionaries, and idioms are China's idioms.

We paint ink on rice paper, paint on porcelain, entertain guests with tea, exchange kindness for kindness, and call for peace with peace.

The burden is our ancient story, and the people are our eternal heroes. War or construction left behind, disappeared, destroyed and brilliant in front of you.

The Yellow River will never run out, and there will be no thin marks on Mount Tai. I will give all my love when life will pass like a meteor in your history.

I don't need words for my motherland! Motherland, your five thousand years, is full of countless disputes.

unyielding again and again, victorious again and again, outlining the unchanging Chinese spirit.

We have lived in your mind for 5, years, so there is a Chinese soul that will remain unchanged for 5, years in our bones. Your territory is vast and vigorous, like the cock singing at dawn. Leap again and again, Pentium again and again, and you finally stand as a giant of the East.

We have grown up on your shoulders for 5, years, so we have carved the unchanging "diligence" in our temperament for 5, years. Five thousand years later, you are still full of youth, and five thousand years later, you are still full of enthusiasm.

We have followed your footsteps for 5, years, so we have witnessed your vicissitudes for 5, years. In your lush forest, there are pillars of the future of the motherland everywhere.

when the bell of the new century rings, the eyes of the whole world are on you. I saw that the fruitful harvest bent the branches;

I saw that the machine turned freely and happily. I saw that satellites and spaceships shone with the sun's light; I saw that the genetic code led us into the hall of natural science. We have ushered in a colorful era with you, and we have entered a brand-new and brilliant era with you.

We know that our shoulders will support your hope for tomorrow; We know that our hands will create your future glory. Motherland, we will make you stand in the east of the world forever!