1: I love my country, and I love the world even more.
Author: Poetry is like a sword.
I love my country, and I love the world even more.
So I shut up.
Don't communicate with so-called pure patriots
Because I am their night.
The slogan is suffocating here, and his crying collapses.
They cried and prayed on the graves.
Just for the same blood
They praise and curse the tomb only because of different skin colors.
The ark was cut open.
Happy eyes
Comfortable thoughts
As the stagnant water no longer flows under your feet.
The seeds are soaked in the bottom of the pot.
Pigeons are sent to the kitchen.
Tableware has become a killing shotgun.
I locked myself in a cage.
Never mind the barren gravel under your feet.
I don't care about the flight of flies around me.
Needles and threads of different races
Sew up your mouth and your heart.
Sew up the ecstasy that once cheered for the tsunami
I only care about sentient beings
Care about the earth
Care about the happy soil that can accept life.
Strong winds will break all totems.
Will be instantly lost in the fear of collapse.
Lions and ants, flowers and dead branches
Die together in flames and ashes.
Chapter II: The great rivers in China.
You arrogantly crossed our ocean.
Artillery fire occupied the Yalu River.
There is no breath of life
But there is frost everywhere.
Children in China wield broadswords and spears.
Aoli Sifang
Chuangeshan' gang
Kick you out of our place
Great China.
Build the Great Wall of China.
What about you?
A small place
But want to take our treasure-no way.
He Xiaoxiao
Your big characters
This is your self-proclaimed illusion.
one day
Your evil deeds will be punished by heaven and earth.
one day
You will be miserable and bring your own destruction.
Don't go crazy on our turf.
Don't debauchery on our turf.
Because you are the wave of despair.
Finally disappeared in the ocean of justice.
We are China.
Will always stand in the east of the world.
Article 3: Chinese Dream
Man: Tonight.
You walked into my dream,
I can clearly hear you sobbing,
Woman: It is the iron hoof carved up by the great powers that tramples on the sacred land.
How much damage has been done to the rivers and mountains of Wan Li by cutting the land for peace,
It's a broken lugou abortion. Eight years of wind and frost have eclipsed the mountains and rivers.
Yamato: China, China, humiliated China!
My heart is the same as yours.
Pain to the extreme!
M: Bury the pain deeply in your heart.
Unyielding faith is cultivated through tempering,
What a troublesome mother!
I pray for your moment in Su Sheng with a tearful heart!
Article 4: Chinese Dream
Write 192 1 year.
An ancient civilization,
Rise a new dawn.
Tiananmen gate 1949,
The great country has stood up.
Solemn and passionate.
Write about the spring breeze of reform and opening up
"Xi" has spread all over China.
Surging tide
Fully release positive energy,
1300 million people make up their minds,
A great country,
Stride into a well-off society.
In English and Latin,
Write about your striding to the world,
Hard and steady steps.
Write your wisdom in human civilization.
On the basis of origin,
Raise a bright fire,
Standing in the east of the world
Write the great road to rejuvenation,
Writing today's rapidly developing chapter,
Writing Chinese dream
Build the glory of the times.
Sunrise East, beautiful China!
Beautiful China, sunrise in the East!
Chapter 5: Teenagers in China.
One comes from the lofty and steep plateau,
I am the snow lotus on the iceberg;
B from Treasure Island surrounded by blue waves.
I am a milk swallow in the sea breeze;
C comes from the vast grassland,
I am a young eagle in Ao Xiang under the blue sky;
Ding came from the loess slope with seven ditches and eight beams.
I am Shandandan, who is fresh and tender by the Yellow River.
Qi! The hope of land growth in China,
We are China teenagers!
Ding Jiuqu's Yellow River taught me perseverance,
Jiamang Mng Mangkunlun lún taught me to hold my head high,
C taught me that what is pure is the snowflake in the north.
B What taught me to be warm was the red cotton in southern Xinjiang.
Jia Yi Long's hometown, the cradle of the nation,
Beautiful mountains and rivers, our home.
As soon as I entered the square, I was vigorous jìng dignified.
Feel the heroism of Water Margin H incarnation and Three Kingdoms;
B to picturesque Tang poetry and Song poetry,
Appreciate the bells of Fengqiao and the lonely smoke in the desert;
C babbled in grandma's songs,
The story of the incarnation of Nuwa wā and Dayu Y haunts her ears;
Dshāng is a toddler in grandpa's arms.
Dongzi and Lei Feng's footsteps lead me forward.
Chinese people, Chinese people,
Black eyes and yellow panel, the appearance remains unchanged.
At the end of the month in butyl five, the heart follows the dragon boat to chase the soul of poetry.
Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the full moon sends me thoughts.
At the C 'ao Aobao meeting, archery and wrestling showed the tenacity of small herders.
One hand holding haha, singing and dancing, blessing friends.
The beauty of the East nourishes the offspring of the dragon,
Five thousand years of culture is rooted in our hearts.
Ming, we remember the merits and demerits of Chinese mothers.
Not to mention what she has suffered.
The yellow river fiber qiàn can't pull straight like a question mark.
The ancient bricks of the Great Wall can't stop the shrapnel of foreign guns.
c！ It's a spark in July, a boat in South Lake,
Let the oriental lion rise from the nightmare.
The blood of a pioneer revived the frozen soil for thousands of years,
China only smiles at young people.
The Story of Spring resounded throughout the country.
China! Opened a brand-new picture.
Today, history and future will be linked by our Han Han,
The baton of the times depends on us,
Standing at the new starting line, loudly answer:
Qi teenagers want to write more brilliant poems by China!
A don't expect sunshine everywhere under your feet.
B don't fantasize about sunny days overhead,
C is not infatuated with the honey pot hotbed given by his father and brother.
Ding doesn't forget the "most dangerous time" battle song flying!
A wants to be the flagship of breaking the waves,
B wants to build a rocket to propel the spaceship.
Third, cut off poverty like a sword.
Ding wants to connect the world with love.
When Jia Ding heard this, Lusheng shēng and suǒ na played together.
Look, the swallow and fly with me the eagle.
Fifty-six flowers are in full bloom,
Decorate the Wan Li Garden.
One that makes the souls of ancestors proudly marvel:
Qi! This is my China!
This is China boy!