Holding a handful of dirt, I said, this is my motherland; Pick up a spray, I said, this is my motherland; Open the yellow Siku Quanshu, I said, this is my motherland; Play a melodious "Mountain Flowing Water", I said, this is my motherland! Ah, the motherland! I met your humiliation and your grief in Yuanmingyuan. I met your majesty and majesty at Badaling. I met your vastness and vastness in the desert grassland. I am at the mouth of the ancient postal road, knowing your long history and your ups and downs. In the face of prickly Lin Mang, mountainous and muddy swamp, there are countless loyal sons and daughters, who are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice, and they are not afraid of losing their heads! Until the golden autumn October 5 1 years ago, a bright five-star red flag and a giant's declaration made an ancient nation stand proudly and indulge in joy. Ah! Motherland, my motherland! You are a tree, I am a leaf, and a leaf is spring scenery; Motherland! You are the soil, I am the rice seedling, I output all your blood for my harvest; Motherland! You are the Yangtze River and I am a small river. I would like to strengthen your mighty behavior with a trickle. Motherland! You are the sun, I am the cloud, guarding your brilliance, your brilliance and your holiness all my life; Motherland! Today, we celebrate your birthday again and see your new revitalization and development! The ancient civilization, engraved on spears and halberds and immersed in every page of history, has long been a constant complex in my heart. Bitter, for you! Sweet, for you; Life, for you; Die for you! Your worries are our worries, and your happiness is our happiness! Ah! Motherland! My motherland! You are hope, you are faith, and you are the support of all our efforts and progress. The victory of the 15th National Congress in communist party, China opened a new page in history. Motherland, in the sunshine of the new century, you will be more prosperous and full of vitality! My dear motherland, full of heroic spirit, vigorous steps, full of confidence and hearty laughter. After 54 years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I have accumulated wise and meaningful thoughts, forged strong wings, and filled the beautiful, euphemistic and delicate poems of the motherland with incomparable rich connotations. Therefore, the motherland has given me a sacred mission: to love 54 years, spring and autumn, wind and frost, rain and snow, ups and downs with the language of poetry and beautiful artistic conception. 54 years of hardships, 54 years of turmoil, 54 years of hunting with flags, 54 years of triumph. The Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee of the Communist Party of China made a strategic decision to shift the focus of work to socialist construction, which opened a brand-new page in the history of China. My dear motherland is like the sunshine in spring, warm and pleasant, awakening everything; China Giants once again glow with extraordinary energy, and their firm steps are drumming on the solid land. Look! The spring breeze of reform and opening up has blown green the passionate land, decorated the boiling factories and mines, and inserted wings to fight the sky for science. The Chinese nation bravely faces the world, embraces all rivers, shoulders great brawn and rich wisdom, and creates endless spiritual wealth and material wealth. The magnificent scenery of Pinghu out of the gorge has made the ancient legends and dreams of generations come true. The feat of developing the western region touched the ancient Silk Road, the SAR took the lead in playing a modern symphony, and the sons and daughters of China gathered the power to destroy the decay. I deeply dedicate poems and sing about my dear motherland. The vast starry sky and lovely bouquets are all watched with pure emotion, watching my motherland walk leisurely-the marching army array in the new century has stepped out of the most majestic and scenic pace; The overwhelming reports of socialism show that only socialism can save China, develop China and lead China to prosperity. I love you, my motherland! Like a white cloud attached to a mountain, like a river attached to the ocean. Hooray! My motherland. Singing for the motherland, my songs are endless and melodious. Poetry 1 describes the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. The river of no return of the Yangtze River is a romantic figure through the ages. Su Shi's Nostalgia for Red Cliff, Du Fu's Starry Sky Map, Walking Night Map and Bright Moon on the Jiang Liu, Leaves Like Waterfalls, Du Fu's Ascending Map, I saw the long river rolling, sailing alone across the sky, but watching Tianmen in the Yangtze River, Li Bai saw Meng Haoran go to Guangling, interrupting the opening of the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu flowed back to the beginning of the mountain plain in Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain, and the river flowed in. Yellow River 65438+. Li Bai's "Into the Wine" II. The Yellow River flows into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his mind. Li Bai gave Pei 3 for the fourteenth time. The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. It is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. Wang Zhihuan Liangzhou Ci 4. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs looks thousands of miles away. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. Wang Wei's To the Frontier 3. The scenery in 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. Hangzhou's poems describing Hangzhou are mostly centered on the West Lake: for example, "The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains and Kong Yu are also strange; Compared with West Lake and West Lake, it is always appropriate to make up for it. " Describe the autumn moon in Pinghu, West Lake: Wanqing Lake is as flat as a mirror, and four o'clock is most suitable for the autumn magnolia (unlike the two poets in West Lake), urging guests to leave with wine and poetry. Red leaves cover mountains, clear springs wash stones, and there are several hearts. When Sanshengxi Bridge said goodbye, I was disappointed in Luo and still pulled Choe Yun's clothes. Unlike this drunken dream, the imperial city is a few degrees oblique. Hongfei cigarettes and water are sweet. In retrospect, only you know. I miss the memory of Wujiang heron and feel lonely and resentful, but I still have something. When Yun Qi wakes up at the summit, it's time to sing a fine song and remember you at the bottom of the window. When can I find a later appointment? I'll send plum branches to you first. Qiantang Lake spring tour Baijuyi Gushan Temple north of Jiating West, the water level was low at the beginning. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. This is Bai Causeway's "Jiang Nanyi remembers Jiangnan" (Bai Juyi). Jiangnan is good, and the scenery was once familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most unforgettable thing is Hangzhou: looking for laurels in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit? Jiang Nanyi, followed by martial arts: Wu Jiu, a cup of spring bamboo leaves, and Wu Wa, dancing with Furong and getting drunk. We will meet again sooner or later. The West Lake Ten Chants (Tanchun and Su Causeway Chunxiao) crow in the garden, and the herons in Zhongzhou rise, and the clouds are only fair when the clock is sparse. Leng Xiang Gou, lamp dust, residual dream still singing grass. Scratching the roller blind, you can see where you are, Liuqiao smoke willow. Cui radial is a talent, he used the Lakers. Sweep the water and make love. When I still remember that year, Qiting sang wine. With the faint sound of spring, Che Bao was happy, and the second Fengcheng opened. It's not too cold, so you can get up early. Draw the diaphragm and stand idle, whoever sweeps the old red will sweep it. "Hangzhou in Fujian" is selected from: "All Tang Poems" Author: Mourong west wind blows cold through mink skin, not staying in a hurry. Sails take the sunset over Pu, and hearts follow the bright moon to Hangzhou. When the wind is clear, you will be surprised by homesickness. Don't worry about the songs under the lights. When you think of the prosperity of Hangzhou, you should first separate from your troubles, and then respect it.

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