2. Poetry about the love of the land
Poetry about people's love for the land 1. What are the famous sentences about "love for the land"?
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ...-"I love this land" Ai Qing
We love the earth, just like a newborn baby clinging to its mother's warm arms. This land is sacred Seattle.
Spring comes from this beautiful garden, just like the spirit of love is everywhere. Every kind of flowers and plants woke up from their hibernating dreams and lay on the dark chest of the earth. -Shelley
There is only land and tomorrow in the world. -Gone with the wind
The land is my mother, and every inch of my skin has soil particles; As soon as my palm approaches the ground, my heart becomes calm.
I am the blood of the land, and I can't leave her. On the land of my hometown, I have printed countless footprints of myself.
I buried my laughter in that field. I caught a grasshopper on that rice and left my handprint on that heavy pick.
The soil in my hometown is fragrant.
Land, vilen, my hometown, you must be liberated! You must stand up! Every night I hear the sound of hooves, and the children of the grassland call on the horizon at dawn.
I must see a more beautiful hometown in front of me or in front of my grave. I will wash away all her filth and shame with my tears. -"Oath of the Land"
What the earth gives to all people is the essence of material, but what it finally gets from people is the garbage of these materials.
whitman
Grains are the essence of land, and land is the hotbed of human beings. Give mankind a generous gift and give the seeker a beautiful shape.
The pioneering of ancestors, the consensus of future generations, the singing of history and the erosion of war. Land is the most beautiful painting in my heart. Grains are the deepest poems of mankind.
We love the earth, just like a newborn baby clinging to its mother's warm arms. -"This land is sacred."
Reading today is a nation, and I do not hesitate to work hard. I will never forget the old village chief, who gave me a handful of soil from my hometown.
2. What are the poems describing the land?
1, "The sky is high with thick red lips"
Modern times: Wang Guowei
Thick and tall, I feel left on my side. This nest is like Agger, so I can make a detour.
Say a floating life, and I understand it in an instant. Gankun is big, the frost forest sits alone, and the red leaves fall one after another.
When I am in the middle of the sky, I will gradually feel that everything in my life seems to be going wrong. But fortunately, I also have a study like a boat, in which you can follow me and let me play.
Let's get our true selves temporarily in this illusory life. The world is so big, I sit alone in the frosty Woods and watch the red leaves fall.
2. "Send Master Zhou a book for Nancheng"
Ming Dynasty: Luo Guiqiu
Li aimen valve, taking pains.
The divine spring is strong and can be brewed, and there is a panacea when leaving the country.
Even the mountain is like a ring, passing through the water at the foot of the city wall. Since ancient times, there has been a military state, and the small town is attached to Guo. Lao Li loves his family and is not satisfied with a thin land. Divine springs can generally be brewed, and there is a panacea when leaving the country.
3. Jinyangmen Poetry
Tang Dynasty: Qin Shihuang
The land in Huangzhong was lost in the past and was recovered last night.
Rong Wang abandoned the Qingling Mausoleum in the north, and Lumasi ran to the empty moon branches.
The land in Huangzhong, lost in the past, was recovered last night without trauma. Rong Wang fled to abandon the Qingling Mausoleum, while the enemy cavalry fled to the west to empty the moon branches. Is it easy to happen every year in Yao year? I hope the old man can prop up his skin and muscles.
4. Camp and Living Hiding Place on the Ninth Day
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
Home mountain is feasible everywhere, and the lotus clock is drunk.
Even if there is a thousand-year-old iron threshold, there must be an earthen steamed bread.
Three rounds of the world are still gray, and four skeletons are strong.
As thick as a bug's kite is, the chrysanthemums fall when the breeze blows.
Catalpa bungeana can be planted anywhere in the land and hills of my hometown. I take a hoe and a pot of aged wine with me all day to make it look like the legendary drunken fairy Liu Ling. Even if people really can live as long as they have a thousand-year-old iron threshold and a long family history, they will eventually be buried in the grave like steamed bread.
In this secular world, as Buddhists say, the ashes after the fire disaster, the four skeletons of human beings are just skins, and finally they are buried in the same place and returned to their hometown. Why do insects like ants and big birds like black kites have to be divided into different sizes? As for me, I just need to clap my hands to appreciate the chrysanthemums in the autumn wind and feel the beauty of this autumn.
5. The Tower of Dengxia State
Tang Dynasty: Luo Yin
Cold city hunting guard flag wind, leaning against dangerous buildings overlooking.
Wan Li is a land of mountains and rivers in the Tang Dynasty, a thousand-year-old soul and a hero.
I leaned against the tall building alone, and from a distance, the flag of the border town with infinite chill fluttered and hunted. Wan Li mountains and rivers are the land of the Tang Dynasty, and how many frontier heroes have died for their country in this land for thousands of years.
A poem about loving the land 1. What are the famous sentences about "Love in the Land"?
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ...-"I love this land" Ai Qing
We love the earth, just like a newborn baby clinging to its mother's warm arms. This land is sacred Seattle.
Spring comes from this beautiful garden, just like the spirit of love is everywhere. Every kind of flowers and plants woke up from their hibernating dreams and lay on the dark chest of the earth. -Shelley
There is only land and tomorrow in the world. -Gone with the wind
The land is my mother, and every inch of my skin has soil particles; As soon as my palm approaches the ground, my heart becomes calm.
I am the blood of the land, and I can't leave her. On the land of my hometown, I have printed countless footprints of myself.
I buried my laughter in that field. I caught a grasshopper on that rice and left my handprint on that heavy pick.
The soil in my hometown is fragrant.
Land, vilen, my hometown, you must be liberated! You must stand up! Every night I hear the sound of hooves, and the children of the grassland call on the horizon at dawn.
I must see a more beautiful hometown in front of me or in front of my grave. I will wash away all her filth and shame with my tears. -"Oath of the Land"
What the earth gives to all people is the essence of material, but what it finally gets from people is the garbage of these materials.
whitman
Grains are the essence of land, and land is the hotbed of human beings. Give mankind a generous gift and give the seeker a beautiful shape.
The pioneering of ancestors, the consensus of future generations, the singing of history and the erosion of war. Land is the most beautiful painting in my heart. Grains are the deepest poems of mankind.
We love the earth, just like a newborn baby clinging to its mother's warm arms. -"This land is sacred."
Reading today is a nation, and I do not hesitate to work hard. I will never forget the old village chief, who gave me a handful of soil from my hometown.
2. The poem "I Love This Land" shows the poet's love for this land.
I love this land Author: Ai Qing If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by storms, this river of sadness and anger that will surge on us forever, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest ...-Later I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ...1938165438+10/7 "If I were a bird", the whole poem begins with such an unexpected assumption that readers can't help but ask, "bird" image and "land" that the author wants to praise. The author explained this. I should also sing with a hoarse voice.
At the critical moment when the fire is raging and the national luck is at the head, a seemingly insignificant bird has to fight hard and make an unyielding voice with its own voice. This reminds people that "every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world."
"hoarse throat", let us see that this is a bird that has suffered a lot, and its singing is made with its life. The following four lines describe four objects that birds sing: land, river, wind and dawn, and the core is "land".
It is worth noting that the author added long modifiers in front of these four objects. This Land Attacked by Storm is a portrayal of this land being bullied by the Japanese aggressors.
"The river that always surges with our grief and indignation", the river on the land symbolizes the long-term depressed grief and indignation in people's hearts. "The wind of anger is endless", the wind blowing across the earth, symbolizes the people's anger at the atrocities of the invaders.
"The incomparably gentle dawn from the forest" indicates that the dawn of independence and freedom for which people struggle and devote themselves will surely come to this land. "Then I died/even my feathers rotted in the ground." When the bird was alive, it tried its best to sing for this land. After death, it throws its whole body into the embrace of the land, and even its feathers are integrated with the land.
In the second paragraph of the poem, the author turns from a dynamic description of the singer to a close-up of "I". This is done by asking questions.
A static close-up of "Why do I often have tears in my eyes" and "Tears in my eyes" shows the grief and pain that has been lingering in my heart for a long time. "Because I love this land deeply", witnessing the reality that mountains and rivers are broken and people are wiped by charcoal, the deeper my love for my motherland, the stronger my pain in my heart.
The last two sentences are the essence of the whole poem, and they are the confession of all patriotic intellectuals' sincere love for the motherland in that miserable era. This kind of love will never die, not only from the poet's heart, but also from the patriotic feelings of the whole nation.
Ai Qing used these two poems to express the common aspiration of the Chinese people in that era. Point out the complex and appreciate the first two sentences: "If I were a bird,/I should also sing with a hoarse throat."
The poet's love for the land has reached the point where he doesn't know how to pour it out. So he can only abandon people's thinking language and pour out his love in the simple and simple language of birds. In the poet's view, this simplicity and simplicity are often the most sincere and warm.
The adjective "hoarse" can no longer sing beautiful and clear love songs, but this "hoarse" song can express the sincerity and persistence of the land without hesitation. So the exciting song of land complex sounded.
Write sorrowful patriots in a hoarse way, conveying sad songs synchronized with the times. If we use the order of "pearls are round and jade is moist", we can't understand the ups and downs, grief and indignation experienced by poets and their deep love for the motherland and the people. The first section of the poem "Pour out Complex" can be divided into four layers.
The first layer: metaphor of human suffering. This land hit by the storm, this river of our grief and indignation will surge forever.
The images in "The Storm" and "The River of Sorrow and Anger" tell us that the land that Ai Qing dreamily loves is a land full of pain, and there is too much sadness in his body. At that time, the Japanese invaders successively captured vast areas such as North China, East China and South China, and they were crazy everywhere, regardless of their lives.
Ai Qing has a similar description in Snow Falls on the Land of China: "Snow falls on the land of China,/the cold is blocking the wind in China,/like an old woman who is too sad,/following/sticking out cold fingers/pulling the skirts of pedestrians,/using words as old as the land/whispering constantly ..." The poet used it. These two poems were written at the same time, both of which show the poet's deep concern for people's sufferings.
The second layer is a metaphor for human resistance. The phrase "this annoying wind blows endlessly" symbolizes the indomitable spirit of the Chinese nation in the war of resistance. China has nurtured the Chinese nation and its indomitable national spirit.
"Endless life" means the inheritance of the spirit of resistance, "scraping" and "provoking" indicate strength, and the poet's land complex deepens from lamenting the suffering of the land to praising the land. The phrase "incomparably gentle dawn from the forest" on the third floor can be regarded as a symbol of the prospect of struggle, or it can be more "real", as a symbol of the vibrant liberated areas and as a symbol of the great national liberation war.
In short, the poet's feelings changed from sadness and praise to longing, showing a firm belief in winning and reaching a new level. On the fourth floor, "-then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground."
The poet did not indulge in the appreciation of the "gentle" and quiet "dawn", and made the solemn choice to leave this land forever for his love. This dedication can be interpreted as: I come from the land and finally return to the land, so that love can be sublimated and eternal.
What an extraordinary, tragic and noble land complex it is! In the Q&A in the second section of Sublimation of Land Complex, the poet changed from borrowing birds to expressing his feelings directly: "Why do I often have tears in my eyes?" Because I love this land deeply, my love for the land is too "deep" and too strong, which makes it difficult for poets to resort to language and can only condense into crystal tears. Tears show the author's deep love for the country, which is worrying, and there is more stubbornness that does not admit defeat.
The word "deep" may not reach the actual feeling.
3. Poetry related to land
I love this land-Ai Qing.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
-Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
Two Poems of Compassion for Peasants
one
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
Secondly,
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
4. Poetry about the land
Poetry] Praise the land.
All my poems
Always in the same strain as the land
All the promises and pursuits
Infiltrate into the muscle marrow of the soil bit by bit.
Condensed into my garden and pen plough
When the soul is deeply embedded in this land
I follow the artistic conception of endless thinking.
Create brilliance in the journey of life
The wind in the reclamation area holds up an atmosphere for me.
A drum, a circle and a fragrant thought
The surging emotion of green waves.
Like a breeze, like a drizzle, more like autumn sunshine.
Indulge in the fruit.
The author's deep sleep.
Light from the roots
Shining in my rich countryside
The significance and strength of living between pen and plow
My country poems
Dirty ballads, the purity of the grass.
Looking at the land that lost blood after harvest.
A grateful whisper
Self-weak chest broke out again
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Ai Qing
I love this land. If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...-and then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
5. Poetry about the land
Silkworm girl
When I went into town yesterday,
I came back with tears in my eyes
Those who are covered in Luo Qi,
Not a silkworm raiser.
Tao-Mei (Song)
Tao used up the dirt in front of the door.
There are no tiles on the house.
Fingers are not stained with mud,
Linlinju building
"Compassion for Farmers"-Li Shen
Weeding is at noon,
Sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows the food on the plate,
Every grain is bitter.
"Compassion for Farmers"-Li Shen
Plant a millet in spring,
Harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn.
There are no idle fields in the four seas,
The farmer is still starving to death.
Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
The mother-in-law has plenty of food and clothing, and the children are full of paddles.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is another poor woman with her son in her arms.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
What are my advantages today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry.
There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day.
6. What are the poems praising the land?
Land love poems
Modern shuting
I love this land, just like,
Love my silent father.
Hot land with abundant blood supply,
Land soaked in sweat, fermentation and oil,
Under the powerful plow and barefoot,
Breathing slightly,
Driven by huge internal heat energy,
Up and down,
Carrying bronze statues, monuments, museums,
But to write the final judgment in the fault.
Mine,
Frozen, muddy and cracked land,
Mine,
Worried, generous and harsh land,
Give me the land of color and language,
Give me the land of wisdom and strength.
I love this land, just like,
Love my gentle and affectionate mother.
The earth full of kisses from the sun,
A fertile land where milk is wasted,
Contains layers of fallen leaves,
Arched stubble buds,
Abandoned again and again,
Never be ungrateful to others,
Produce all the sounds, colors, lines,
It's called despicable mud itself.
Mine,
Dark, bloody, sparkling land,
Mine,
A lush, desolate and rugged land,
Give me the land of love and hate,
Give me the land of pain and happiness.
My father gave me endless dreams,
My mother gave me a sensitive and sincere heart.
My line is,
The rustling acacia forest,
Talking to the earth day and night,
Love that never goes bad.
Shu Ting, a contemporary poetess, 1952, born in Quanzhou, Fujian, grew up in Xiamen. If you don't graduate from junior high school, you will "jump in the queue". 1969 He began to write, and at that time, poetry had been circulated among educated youth. After returning to the city, I worked as a variety of temporary workers: cement worker, car stopper, length cutter and welder. 1979 began to publish poems in the journal Folk Customs Today, and in the same year he officially published his works in Poetry magazine.
Extended data:
The Land Love Poetry consists of five sections, which can be divided into three parts. The first and second parts are the first part, and the third and fourth parts are the second part. These two parts express the poet's love for the land from the perspective of his father and mother. The fifth section is the third part, emphasizing the poet's eternal "love" for the land.
A large number of modifiers about land in the poem can be classified as masculine and feminine respectively, which highlights the different roles of "fatherhood" and "motherhood" of land. The poet reveals the feeling of suffering and melancholy in his poems, but it does not make people feel depressed. This is the general mentality of the generation after the ten-year "Cultural Revolution".
Reference source: Baidu Encyclopedia-Land Love Poems