Modern poems about patriotism

1. I love this land

Author Ai Qing? Dynasty Modern

If I were a bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land battered by storms, this river that is always surging with our sorrow and indignation,

This endlessly blowing angry wind, and the incomparable wind from the forest Gentle dawn...

——Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the earth.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply...

2. Motherland, my dear motherland

Author Shu Ting? Dynasty Modern

I am by your river Climb the dilapidated old waterwheel, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years;

I am the blackened miner's lamp on your forehead, illuminating your snail's groping in the tunnel of history.

I am a shriveled ear of rice, a roadbed in disrepair; I am a barge on the shoal, pulling the rope deeply into your shoulders,

My motherland! I am poor, I am sad. 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,

My motherland! I am your new ideal, just freed from the cobweb of myth; I am the germ of the ancient lotus under your snow quilt;

I am your smile with tears; I am the newly painted snow-white The starting line; it is the crimson dawn, gushing out;

My motherland! I am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; you fed me with your scarred breasts

the confused me, the thoughtful me, the boiling me; that Just from my flesh and blood

Get your richness, your glory, your freedom;

Motherland, my dear motherland!

3. You are

The author Zang Kejia dynasty and modern

You are the peak of Mount Tai, lofty and hard; you are the Yangtze River that rushes through the Three Gorges,

It is raging, and when I think of your sixty-one years, the rain and wind roar in my ears,

You are a raging fire, burning the rotten things clean; you are A bright mirror that focuses light.

By concentrating the people's hopes, you are creating a new history and inheriting the excellent tradition.

Everyone cheers and pays homage to you. You have a broad mind and do not take credit for yourself. Your feet are rooted in the earth.

Your reputation reaches high in the sky. The times are turbulent, and you are a dragon in the clouds;

In the face of the evil tiger, you are courageous, clenching your iron fist, and never letting go. 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 warrior of the people- -Infinite power! You are vigorous, always moving forward, and always young.

4. I am Chinese

The author Wen Yiduo Dynasty Modern

I am Chinese, I am a Chinese, I am the blood of the Yellow Emperor's god ; I am from the highest place on earth, and Pamir is my origin.

My race is a big river. We flow down the Kunlun hillside, we flow across the Asian continent, and we flow out beautiful customs.

Great nation, great nation! It is as solemn and solemn as the five mountains, the vastness of the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, the gentleness of spring clouds, and the boldness of autumn wind.

Our history can be sung, it is the music of peace that the old man of Yao Dynasty knocked on the wood soil, - our history is a folk song.

Our history is like a golden bouquet containing the fragrance of the emperor’s sacrifice to heaven! We respect people, we are obedient to heaven, and we are gods who are happy with heaven and peace of mind.

Our history is a handful of clear tears, the tears of Confucius mourning the death of the unicorn; our history is a burst of laughter, the laughter of Zhuang Zhou, Chunyu Kun, and Dongfang Shuo.

I am Chinese, I am Chinese, my heart has the heart of Yao and Shun, my blood is the blood of Jing Ke and Nie Zheng, I am the legacy of Shennong and Huangdi.

My wisdom came so bizarrely, it was a gift from a hippopotamus. The rhythm in my song was originally taught by a nine-bud phoenix.

My heart is filled with the silence of the Gobi, my face is the color of the waves of the Yellow River, the rocks of Mount Tai become my patience, and the majestic sword pavilion stretches my mind.

I didn’t sleep! I didn't sleep. The spiritual fire in my heart was still burning; my flame burned more and more, and I trembled for my motherland.

My memory is still a hemp rope, tied with countless knots; a knot is a historical event - I am five thousand years of history.

I am the history of the past five thousand years, and I am the history of the next five thousand years. I want to repair this historical stage and prepare to rehearse the future of history.

Our future history is a song: it also sings the music of Haiyanheqing. Our future history will be like a glass of wine, and we will celebrate the emperor’s birthday in a golden casket. Our future history will be tears.

My tears wash away the sorrow of mankind. Our future history is laughter, and my laughter drives away the troubles of the universe.

We are a river, a celestial river, a hazy wave of light! ——We are the immortal stars; our position is forever destined.

Great nation! Great nation! I am the originator of Eastern culture; my life is the life of the world.

I am Chinese, I am Chinese!

5. Macau

Author Wen Yiduo Dynasty Modern

Did you know that "Magang" is not my real name?

I have been away from your baby for too long, mother!

But what they took away was my body.

You still keep my inner soul.

The biological mother who has been dreaming about for three hundred years!

Please call me by your baby name,