Time carries the footsteps of history.

The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization.

I walked at the beginning of the century.

Think of the motherland, full of passion

Motherland-

here

I play a song for you.

Motherland, motherland-

You are the accumulation of a thousand years of history.

The confluence of civilizations.

You are the waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River.

Snow covers the Tianshan Mountains.

You are dignified and profound.

Broad and broad

The surging river is your breath.

The boiling ocean is your blood.

You are the theme of the world.

Is everything in my life.

Motherland, motherland-

You are the cry of Tiananmen Gate.

The flaming flame of socialism

You are the horn of the people's revolution.

Sailing through the wind and waves

You are strong and confident.

Progress and avantgarde

The grand blueprint of socialism activates your wisdom.

The steaming rising sun in the east, generate, your vitality.

You are the creator of the world.

Socialist practitioner

Motherland, motherland-

You are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast.

A touch of sunrise in Luohu village

You are the railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

A Group of Derricks in Tarim Oilfield

You are far-sighted.

The boldness of execution stems from superb skills.

The great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage.

People's smiles are about your greatness

Motherland-

You created life.

Change the world

Motherland, motherland-

You are the flag of world peace.

Messenger of human civilization and progress

You are a soldier who defends the truth.

A mother raising a child.

You are honest and caring.

Strong and kind

People all over the world admire your mind.

China children appreciate your maternal love.

Motherland-

You soothed the human suffering in the war.

Brought the dawn of peace

Motherland, motherland-

You have traveled through a thousand years of history and the world civilization.

You have always known that you are determined to live for Intel forever.

You are kind and caring, defending green peace.

We are proud to be your children.

We are proud of having such a motherland.

Motherland-

We are United with you.

We support you to move forward.

Your children firmly believe this.

The motherland's tomorrow will be better.

The world will have a better tomorrow.

The future of mankind is better.

2. Sing for the motherland

Give off a faint fragrance.

Chrysanthemum in frost

Give a piece of wheat straw a season

Kiss the afterglow of the sunset

Love overflows gentle eyes.

Look at the fields calmly.

Passion flies to poetry

Listen to the gurgling of the Yellow River.

A history bearing countless sufferings

Watch the river with high sediment concentration.

How many memories have you accumulated?

In a state of ruin

This is your old face

The hardships of childhood

Left an indelible mark.

Experienced hardships and hardships

Half a century of fighting

A far-reaching and long flow

Footprints of 5,000-year civilization

A long historical process

The heroic waves rolling in the past

The strings of time

Play today's brilliant melody

3. Motherland, my dear motherland

Shu ting

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.

I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.

When you grope in the tunnel of history.

I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Pull it into your shoulder

-the motherland!

I am very poor.

I am sad

I am your ancestor.

Painful hope.

It's a flying sleeve.

Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years

-Motherland

I am your brand-new ideal.

Just broke free from the mythical spider web.

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.

I am your tearful smile.

I am the newly painted white starting line.

This is crimson dawn.

Spraying

-Motherland

I am one billionth of you.

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.

With your scarred breasts,

raise

Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.

And then from my flesh and blood

get

Your richness, your glory, your freedom.

-Motherland

my dear motherland

4. Patriotic Poetry Recitation Draft "young chinese"

With boundless night as ink and devastated land as paper, who was after the smoke of the Opium War?

Write down two words-China!

It makes people feel depressed and tired, and makes people feel sad and angry. What a emaciated China is shrinking in the history books of the late Qing Dynasty! That weak China knelt under treaty of nanking!

On that day, countless young people took to the streets, facing dripping blood and a bleak life. Their shouts were like thunder.

Stir this sleeping land.

They are like bundles of flames, spreading on winding roads and blooming into beautiful flowers in May.

From then on, they joined the ranks of * * * producers, and they resolutely chose to smash the darkness with a hammer and harvest the light with a sickle.

They walked through the streets, they crossed Xiongguan, they galloped on the battlefield, they bravely killed the enemy, and they wanted to write a brand-new China with guns as pens! They want to depict a youthful China with blood as its color.

Years later, when my eyes crossed the peak of history, I could still feel their breath.

I saw groups of young people again, all sweaty. I heard their loud songs again, echoing in the barren land, and they used their regretless youth. Write love poems in the long years.

Yes, years are long and life is long.

This is a passionate poem, a landscape full of flowers,

This is a magnificent symphony, and this is a monument to the top gun!

Oh, China, I want to write a poem for you, using the golden language of the sun and the vast blue of the heart sea.

Oh, China, I will draw a picture for you with the color of spring flowers and the light of the five-star red flag.

Today, a capital, China, makes people read bright and cool! Today, a soaring China makes people read vividly and proudly!

This is the China that gives hope in generate, the east of the world! This is China * * * brilliant China under the leadership of the party! This is our youth China! This is our youth China!

(Male) I am quicksand in the Yellow River, which has infiltrated into China for five thousand years. The rain washed away the sand and the cold wind roared. Sunshine is clothes and moonlight is clothes.

Tang Yao Yushun was also angry with my roar.

(female) I am the tumbling river in the Yangtze River, and I have shed tears of helplessness for 5,000 years. The rain melted into tears, and the cold wind made me cry. Sunshine is clothes and moonlight is clothes.

Britain, the United States, Japan and France have also been chiseled into stains and spots.

I am a lush green tree on the top of Mount Tai, and I have been sucking the dew of nature for five thousand years. Watching the mighty river flow backwards and listening to the white clouds falling. The universe is my home, and the vault is my home.

Poets and poets swarmed in.

(Female) I am a smoke cloud at the waist of Lushan Mountain, wandering on the winding mountain road for 5,000 years. Magnificent world forest architecture, the Oriental Pearl on the Huangpu River. The vault is my home and the universe is my home.

The moon, the moon and the moon also stopped in a hurry.

(male) the mountains of the motherland, (female) the water of the motherland!

(Male) You are not afraid of wind and frost, you dare to fight, (Female) You are not afraid of power, you are willing to be alone.

(Male) The mountains of the motherland, the water of the motherland! (female) I am the flowing water in your valley, (male) I am the eagle soaring on your peak.

I'm a fish that has been swimming in your stream for many years. (Male) I'm a shade growing by your lake. Motherland, what should I be to you?

Male motherland, what should I be to you?

Is it the swaying green on your mountain ridge, or the beautiful flowers by the stream, the song that you came back from the boat late, or the waterfall of the mountain stream, my motherland, where clouds fall in the stream, cattle and sheep reflect clear waves, distant mountains smoke, dance into women's skirts, the fields are gray, and the songs of farmers are lit up, and the sound of chickens and flutes forms a flowing month, which lights up whose dreams.

Female motherland, what should I be to you?

Is it a wisp of willow splashing by the lake, or a faint smoke rising from the kitchen, a little water splashed by a fountain, or a little yellow on the wings of a butterfly? My motherland, the building is higher than the sunset.

The far tower provokes the sunset, the yangko is full of streets, the laughter is like smoke, the eyebrows of the traffic are rolled up, and the moonlight is shining.

Red wine, the flash of silverware and flowing music lit up the whole night.

Male motherland, what should I be to you?

Is it the smiling pine of Huangshan Mountain, or the cloud of crescent moon, or the fog entangled by transpiration of Lushan Mountain, or is Jiuzhai flowing to the motherland with people? The bell of Fengqiao is still ringing, and the wine in Yangguan in the west is not cold.

The forests near the Great Wall are all red, and the crescent moon is like a hook. The watchman in Chang 'an is still awake.

Poetry in Tang and Song Dynasties danced on bluestone bricks.

Female motherland, what should I be to you?

Is it Yue Fei's bleak smile, or Wen Tianxiang's deep sigh, the wind flying with Sun Yat-sen's flag, or the light from Lu Xun's brow? My motherland, how much laughter and how much crying are still flowing in the water of Qinhuai River? Humen Fort reflects the moon, and the smoke from the kitchen shines on the mountain Song Ming, and the heroism is still there.

Zhou Enlai's smile is still there, and the voice in front of Tiananmen Square is still there. A monument that has weathered the storm stands as a road sign to let people go to the sun in March.

Male motherland, what should I be to you?

Is it a smile on your face, a slight sadness, an elegant dress on your Eucharist, or a hidden injury?

Woman Dear motherland, how can I love you? Should I keep the song for you and continue to pretend, or should I write a poem with my conscience and say a word with my heart?

With my last breath, shout out your pain, root my bones in the soil, and grow a green and firm oath light every year.

Male motherland, how can I love you? I will always belong to you, dear motherland, with my heart, my feelings and my love.

Writing a song, singing is happy, sad, bitter and happy, all of which are my persistent regrets.

My dear motherland, I will always be yours, always snuggling up to you and always listening to your heartbeat.

5. My motherland

The mountains are towering,

The majestic mountain peaks overlook the storms of history, and the twilight is boundless.

Let the wind and cloud pass.

The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.

My motherland, the river is rushing,

The mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history and goes forward bravely.

Wash away the filth of a hundred years,

The stormy waves hit the canyon, and there were many ups and downs of fate.

My motherland is vast and rich in resources.

Beautiful scenery breeds magnificent traditional culture, the desert receives the sunset, and the bright moon is drunk with lotus flowers.

How many splendid civilizations are still shining on the vast land.

My motherland, the people are hardworking,

Fifty-six ethnic groups care for each other, the wonderful charm of the East, and the romantic customs of humanistic customs.

How many beautiful and moving legends have been passed down through the ages.

This is my motherland,

This is my beloved motherland. I love your long and splendid history, I love your flowers on every inch of land, I love your magnificent rivers and mountains, and I love the indomitable spirit of your people.

My motherland,

My beloved motherland.

You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization. You have a sacred name, and that is China!

That's China, my motherland. My beloved motherland.

I love my motherland deeply,

The beating heart has been beating for five thousand years, and I deeply love my motherland.

The surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and I deeply love my motherland.

The yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors, and I deeply love my motherland.

Black eyes reveal a humble smile, and I deeply love my motherland.

I am strong, tall and straight, and deeply love my motherland.

The vast sea border is full of all my sustenance.

My motherland, lovely China,

You have created a glorious history and raised a great nation.

I'm proud of your age,

Thousands of years of strong winds have not broken your tall and straight back, and I am proud of your strength.

Resist internal troubles and foreign invasion, and go through the years.

I'm proud of your light,

The Chinese nation firmly grasps its own destiny, and I am proud of your spirit.

Reform and opening up are magnificent.

Lovely motherland, wherever I go,

I hold your arm of strength, and wherever I live, you warm my heart.

Lovely motherland,

You are at the helm of the new century, and you use speed and strength to create miracles that shock the world. You work hard and use your wisdom,

Has carried on another more brilliant development! Motherland, motherland, you will always be full of hope, motherland, motherland, you will always be full of vitality!