The poems praising the motherland and the party are as follows:
1. "Motherland, My Motherland"
Author: Mao Zongsheng
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It was only after the year of knowing my destiny that I realized that the warmth and warmth of the motherland are my warmth and warmth, and the fertility of the motherland is my fertility.
The motherland is full of spring breeze, and the children are proud; the motherland keeps coughing, and the children have colds and fevers.
The motherland is our food and clothing, our parents, our nests and branches,
The motherland is the eternal concern of wanderers, and the motherland is the innate nostalgia of the descendants of Yan and Huang.
Your thoughts of soaring and your singing voice that sings thousands of times are all related to our dear motherland.
A motherland with black hair and yellow skin, a motherland that has experienced vicissitudes of life.
The Yangtze and Yellow Rivers are your two giant arms, and the Great Wall is the shawl draped on your shoulders.
The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is your belly, and Everest is your upturned toes.
Five thousand years of civilization nourish your blood, and the fertile fields of forests, mountains and grasslands are your hair and skin.
Rivers and rivers are your blood vessels, and we are the creatures that live on your skin.
You are our home that we will never leave for life after life, and you have given us sufficient faith and dignity.
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The humiliation of 1840 and the beginning of the 20th century is unforgettable. Dunhuang and the Old Summer Palace were looted, which made countless people with lofty ideals feel sad.
The demon robber with blue eyes and yellow hair has caused trouble in the past and displayed unscrupulous behavior.
More Japanese pirates used iron hooves to ravage the land and civilization of China, almost strangling the breath of the motherland.
The surviving children under the three mountains once shed tears and endured the humiliation.
There have been many cowards who lacked backbone and considered thieves as their fathers.
The sound of a cannon is the devastating Marxism-Leninism, sending fire to save China.
It is a magnificent movement in which countless heroes and patriots shed their blood and sacrificed their lives, wrote for the motherland with their youth and lives, and rose in the east of the world.
The motherland is very lucky, and the people are very lucky. The Chinese people have stood up since then.
In 1949, the thousand-year-old great man made an earth-shattering roar from the tower.
Tearing apart the world order at that time, the sleeping lion in the East finally opened his eyes.
Looking at the world, from now on, we will stride forward proudly towards glory and magnificence.
The motherland is reborn from the ashes, the satellite ascends to the sky, and the east is red.
Two bombs were successfully tested, the manned Shenzhou soared into the universe, agriculture was heavily yoked, and industry was blossoming and bearing fruit everywhere.
The tentacles of the high-speed rail extend to the western border, and the first aircraft carrier has entered the sea for patrol.
Metropolitan cities are the pearls hung on the motherland’s chest, and satellite cities are springing up in various locations.
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The rise of China is obvious to all people on earth, and the ambition of the Chinese people is comparable to Mount Tai and the Yellow River.
Standing upright, roaring, roaring, a monster, a small country.
Stop your hand as soon as possible, the mantis's arm is like a chariot, it is rare to get good results, and you will laugh forever.
My motherland, which has endured humiliation and endured heavy burdens, no longer needs to look forward or backward or shrink back.
Bidding farewell to resignation, the Eastern Sleeping Lion coughed, which was deafening and made the earth tremble.
In the new century, you have worked hard to dig out the pustules, scrape the bones and cure the poison, eliminate the shortcomings and reform the old, demonstrating your unique strength.
We must stand tall in the east of the world with a new attitude.
Motherland My dear motherland, I am willing to devote all my strength to it.
I pray for you, shout for you, encourage you, set sail, and stand alone.
2. "Motherland, Dear Motherland"
Author: Sima Jinde?
Inscription: Written on September 3rd - commemoration of the Anti-Japanese War and The 70th anniversary of the victory of the World Anti-Fascist War.
The motherland calls you softly, with tears in my eyes.
You are so beautiful, you are so stalwart.
The red sun rises in the east, bathed in bright sunshine.
The gentle spring breeze in Kyushu washes away the warmth.
Ah, come to this world and live in your own motherland, sucking milk like a mother’s arms,
Your Yangtze River, your Yellow River, every blood of yours, nourish you Your children grow up, like a father holding them in his arms.
Your Taishan, your Huangshan, every part of your body nourishes your children to be strong.
Motherland, dear motherland, I call you softly, with tears in my eyes,
Motherland? I call you softly, with tears in my eyes.
When drifting in a foreign land, it is no longer a floating catkin.
When struggling in hardship, you are no longer a lonely mountain eagle.
Motherland, with you, our lives are so tenacious.
You have experienced suffering, you have been ravaged, you have suffered humiliation.
In the blood and fire, in the wind and rain, walk firmly and stand strong.
Your outstanding children have lifted you up very high.
Motherland, dear motherland, I call you softly, with tears in my eyes.
My motherland calls you softly, with tears in my eyes.
The huge disaster did not crush you, but condensed into steel.
Your children defeated the invaders, held up the sky that Nuwa had made up, and leveled the earth that Fuxi had stepped on.
Disasters are nothing, nothing can stop us from moving forward.
Motherland, dear motherland, I call you softly, with tears in my eyes.
3. "Motherland! My Motherland"
Author: Yunxin
Peering through the fog of history, I saw a red boat in the West Lake Set sail and break the waves.
The waterline of the hull, sinking, sinking.
The fate of the entire nation pressed the ship into the white vastness.
Standing on the city wall of history, I listened to the first gunshot across the old world.
The dawn of the Hero City will be the eternal dawn from now on.
The radiant glory is enough to illuminate the chapters of our motherland for generations to come.
Following the direction of the sharp sickle, I cut through the turbulent years.
A scholar uses philosophical sayings to gather the rice of the autumn harvest.
Push the crimes of the local tyrants and evil gentry into the barrel of a gun.
Let the evil old world perish when the countryside surrounds the city.
In the mountains of Jinggangshan, there are warriors who are taller than the mountains.
Standing on the shoulders of giants, overlooking the arduous ups and downs of the revolution.
The bamboo in Jinggang Mountain has withstood the ravages of five storms.
The sound of cannons in Huangyangjie echoed in the valley of history.
Shaking the iron cables on the Dadu River, Luding Bridge.
Those crouching words crawled over the mythical stories and compiled into a legend for future generations to admire.
What else can stop it, the red iron flow fluttering in the wind.
The hammer and sickle, working together at the best angle, collided in a vigorous revolution, creating a brilliant light.
The snow-capped mountains are cold and long before my eyes. Those ragged Reds.
Walking along a rugged and winding mountain road, I staggered on the edge of death.
Those snowflakes flying in the sky penetrate deep into the cold soul,
Explore how much hardship and energy are contained in the deep and shallow footprints.
Beyond the snow-capped mountains, there are endless grasslands and swamps full of traps.
Waiting for the footprints, sinking deep, delusionally trying to dissolve a revolutionary army into a bubble silently.
I can't understand how the grass in the meadow and the water in the swamp, these are soft species, can stop the pace of going north.
So, I took a piece of tree bark, a piece of wild grass, and even a piece of cowhide.
Let’s visit together and see the desolation of the vast Songpan Grassland in August.
See how hunger, cold, and waves of storms, black thunder and white lightning, attack the beliefs of the Communist Party of China.
With the dawn of hope, see the dawn of Zhiluo Town.
I have omitted many related words and the process of moving twenty-five thousand miles to move the heaven and the earth.
Yan'an, a glorious name, is finally covered with sunshine.
The lights in the caves, together with the wisdom stars between the two fingers of the great man, illuminate a brand new world.
Motherland! The five-star red flag raised on Tiananmen Gate ignited the world's attention.
The loud voice that travels through time and space is accompanied by the boiling sea of ??people and countless flying doves of peace.
With the ever-changing land of China, it is booming.
In the prosperous Chinese dream of the motherland, it will never fade away.
The towering Monument to the People’s Heroes houses the heroes of our nation.
They Their laughter and crying, their sorrow and joy are closely connected with the strength of the motherland.
Motherland! Please forgive my omission.
I omit the deep hatred and the wounds that go deep into the edges of the heart.
The pain will always be deep in the soul of the nation. We protect every grain of sand, every drop of water, and every white cloud of yours.
There is also the glory of the five-star red flag and the strength of the national anthem.
I love the sound of children reading aloud every ordinary morning. I love every story under the scorching sun. ,
I love the warriors on the frontier who poured their lives and blood into the connotation of the national flag.
I love our motherland, I love our homeland,
Motherland! My motherland...
4 "Motherland, My Motherland" ——Written on the 68th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China
Author: Lan Yue Ke
The strong wind swept the sky full of dark clouds, and the dark clouds blocked the sun's rays.
In In the fight between light and darkness, you grew powerful wings.
Motherland, my motherland, you came out of dire straits, with devastation and ancient legends.
We are united in moving towards ZTE and prosperity.
The river is the music you compose, and the mountains are your beating notes.
The Belt and Road Initiative builds a rainbow of friendship and closely connects the people of the five continents.
Motherland, my motherland, you stand like a giant in the east of the world.
Carrying the hope of the nation and the responsibility of a great country, we march towards the future and glory with our heads held high.
5. "Motherland"
Author: Beishan
It can be a vast territory, or it can be a pure land deep in the soul.
It can be the golden color of rice ears when they mature, or the fiery red color of mountain flowers when they are brilliant.
It can be a towering building or a hut deep in the hills.
It can be a long historical scroll of more than 3,000 years, or it can be a letter from home of less than a hundred words.
It can be a child who is full of hope and embraces the future, or it can be an ancestor who continues to pass on fireworks from generation to generation.
It might as well be nothing, just a totem integrated into the blood.
Sometimes it is invisible, like silent breathing.
Sometimes there is a slight ripple, like the rise and fall of the chest.
But it can also be passionate and choppy.
That was the sound of a heart as solid as bronze striking the yellow bell.
I may not understand the dialect you speak, but I can definitely understand the square characters you write.
I may not have been to your hometown, but I can definitely find its exact location on the map.
Even as a brother on the other side of the Qianqian Strait, I may not agree with your opinion, but we must have the same Confucius.
Under the bright moon, looking at each other from a distance, they recited the same Tang poetry and Song lyrics.
I can’t choose my motherland, just like I can’t choose my surname, it’s an innate inscription.
Use the carving knife of life to carve it on your body, carve it in your heart, carve my source, and carve my promise.
Everyone is a faint mark, stringing together the memories of the Han, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties.
I am so poor that I can only have one motherland.
I am so rich and already have a strong motherland.
All life is growing happily, you can hear the flowers singing, and you can see the river dancing.
Even if the haze lingers for a while, it should be regarded as the prelude to a big drama, and we will step onto the stage to perform a brilliant performance.
Since life is destined for me to be here, then let me be here.
If it is an eagle, it will look down on the mountains; if it is a bird, it will delight in the forest; if it is a fish, it will go to the big waves and wash the sand; if it is the wind, it will bring spring rain.
Even if it is just a small grass, it must grow into the heart of a big tree.
Even if it is thin and fragile, it still contributes its own touch of green.
This is my motherland, my dear motherland.
I am here, my life is here, my parents and brothers are here, and my blood is here.
Dye a bright red flag with your blood, and light up the five gold stars with the golden color of life.
What is flying high is the innocent heart.
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