Poetry about loving the motherland, the mother of the motherland

1. There is a poem about the motherland.

Mother of the motherland

Our mother, our great mother!

Have you ever thought about loving her?

Have you really expressed your love for her forever?

Motherland,

Our mother, our bloody motherland!

Did you think about her pain when you destroyed her?

Our motherland mother, she is exhausted.

Let's protect her!

Motherland,

Do you know that we will protect you?

Come on! Give birth to the motherland!

2. Thanks for the poems of the motherland. Thanks to the poems of the motherland. Haizi's Motherland (or Dreams for Horses) is an absolute classic.

Shu Ting's Motherland, My Dear Motherland are two absolutely excellent works. Find it yourself. I want to be a loyal son and a short-lived lover in the distance. Like all poets who take dreams as horses, I want to walk the same road as martyrs and clowns. Everyone must put out the fire. I hold this fire high alone, in order to bloom and fall into the sacred motherland. Like all poets who take dreams as horses, I have spent my life with this fire in the boundless darkness. This fire is the language of the great motherland and Dunhuang with dreams in Liangshan Castle. In July, cold bones will be like snow-white firewood, and hard snow will lie on the mountain. Like all poets whose dreams are horses, I threw myself into the fire. These three are imprisoning me and spitting out brilliant lights. Everyone will go through my knife to build the language of the motherland. I am willing to start from scratch, just like a poet who takes dreams as a horse. I'd also like to sit at the bottom of the prison. Of all the creations of the gods, I am the only one that is most perishable and has an irresistible death rate. I cherish food, I hold her tightly, I have children in my hometown, and like all poets who dream of horses, I am willing to bury myself in the mountains around me and look at the quiet home. Facing the river, I am infinitely ashamed. Time flies and I am tired. Like all poets who dream of horses, time flies and there is not a drop left in the water. If I am reborn on the bank of my motherland, there will be rice in China in one thousand years. The snow-capped mountains and Tianma in Hotan, Tian Tian kicked me to choose an eternal career. My career is to be the life of the sun. He is extremely brilliant from ancient times to the present, just like all poets who take dreams as horses. Finally, it was carried into the immortal sun by the gods at dusk. The sun is my name. The sun is the main body of my life. The Millennium Kingdom and I rode a 5,000-year-old phoenix and a dragon named "Ma"-me. Will fail, but the poem itself will win with the sun. "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" Author: Shu Ting I am a worn-out old waterwheel on your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years. I am a miner's lamp with a black forehead, and you are groping in the tunnel of history. I am a withered ear of rice; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me with scarred breasts, considerate me, and boiled me. Then get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-my motherland, my dear motherland! "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" is one of Shu Ting's representative works, and it is an affectionate patriotic song. Compared with similar poems in the past, it has distinct characteristics and personality of the times-both the confused pain and happy hope of contemporary youth, and the true feelings of daughter's dissatisfaction and dedication to the motherland, blending with a deep sense of history and a strong sense of the times.

The whole poem has novel ideas and sincere feelings, and sings the motherland from a unique angle. In order to express this deep feeling, the poet adopted a rhythm from low to high.

Like crying and complaining, like sorrow and complaining, passionate and indomitable. The whole poem uses the method of alternate blending of subject and object, expressing the poet's blending consciousness and dedication to the motherland.

Shu Ting is one of the representative poets of misty poetry. Her "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" was written in the first spring when China entered the new period of reform and opening up.

To read this poem aloud, we must first understand the image connotation of "I" in the poem and clarify the relationship between "I" and the motherland. Secondly, it is necessary to correctly understand the meanings of many images in poems, and combine with reading other poems of Shu Ting after class to understand the characteristics of euphemistic twists and turns in Shu Ting's poems.

There are four image group in this poem. Through their progressive combination, it not only expresses the development process of the motherland from suffering to rebirth, but also expresses sympathy for the younger generation with a special emotional process from confusion to deep thinking to boiling. Poetry first suppresses and then promotes, just like a multi-part symphony, showing a language rhythm from soothing to urgent, from low to high.

The dignified emotion expressed by the novel image is the key point to appreciate the whole poem. In the first section, the poet traces the centuries-old history of poverty and backwardness of the motherland with deep sadness and euphemistic twists and turns.

The poet summed up the long-term poverty and backwardness of the motherland with dense images such as "shabby old waterwheel" and "black miner's lamp" The second part describes the people's pain and hope.

The motherland and people have not lost hope because of "poverty", but hope has been too slim for a long time, like the flowers in the sleeves of "flying", which are beautiful and attractive and have not yet fallen to the ground. The third section depicts the image of the motherland at a turning point in history with a set of images.

The new motherland has stood on the "snow-white starting line". The fourth section once again emphasizes the inseparable relationship between "I" and the motherland.

The "lost" and "contemplative" poet was full of blood, and she poured out her desire to devote herself to the motherland in heartfelt language. There is not a word in the whole poem, which is described by images and runs through with emotions.

The selected image is concise, vivid, unique and appropriate, and every word is closely related to the described scene. Lyricism is not an unobstructed view, but pays great attention to its ups and downs, from sadness, low to joy, high, from excitement to deep, tangled with a variety of complex and dignified feelings such as sadness, anxiety, fierceness, disappointment and hope, sigh and pursuit, which embodies the poet's unique euphemistic, deep, soft and meaningful lyric personality.

3. Poems about Blessing Mother Bless Mother. We learn from your milk and grow in the present. We know the blood behind the milk and the bitterness behind the beauty.

Forget the past and let China rise again! I wish you prosperity from generation to generation; I wish you a prosperous Millennium! Bless the motherland, say that your flowers are really prosperous, say that your land is really fertile, say that your road is really broad, and I dedicate my magnificent youth to you. I wish you eternal youth and happiness, say that your faith will not change, say that your flag will not fade, and say that your joys and sorrows will never be forgotten. May these short words bring you happiness on National Day, and China will rise and prosper. Magnificent mountains and rivers, eventful years; Jiangshan is not old, and the motherland has four seasons like spring.

I miss my mother most when I travel around the motherland, and I miss my motherland most when I travel around the world. Different nationalities, one motherland.

Mother's birthday, with joy. In this festival, I wish you a happy motherland. You are our mother! You gave birth to me, we, we thank you! You are our pride! We often compare our motherland to our mother, because maternal love is the greatest love in the world.

Because of this love, we love our motherland more than our mother. Everyone expresses their deep blessings to the motherland, wishing the motherland prosperity and eternal glory! Today, we stand on the threshold of the new century, looking back at history, looking back at the anti-Japanese war in the new time and space coordinates, and looking back at the past when my mother was 56 years old.

Let's wish the motherland peace, health, happiness and happiness forever. -Mother * * and China's 60th birthday are coming. Look back, show the future and tell the truth. My motherland, I love you. China is one of the four ancient civilizations in the world.

Mother (China) In the global consciousness, you should find your place. I firmly believe in my belief and wish the dragon of the motherland fly higher and higher. Looking forward to the Olympics, looking forward to all the glory and dreams; Bless 2008, bless Beijing and bless the motherland! Now, the Olympic Games is well known, and it is the most discussed topic after a meal. This is not just empty talk, but putting the Olympic spirit into action. The day of the opening ceremony in 2008 is coming.

4. Poems about the motherland! This poetic name

It permeates your every season.

That's a white dove under the blue sky.

Wake up on the first morning in October.

Ah! Motherland, I have loved you for too long. ...

October! my motherland

Please give me a flashlight.

I follow in your footsteps.

Let every dream flow with sweetness.

Let all sounds be covered with golden notes.

The day I approached you-

Please fill the sky with rosy clouds for me.

I want to inject eternal vitality into your growing troubles.

The first October is always full of echoes, like tears falling from flowers.

* * * The voice of America walks through your heart.

Extend to the most passionate melody

In my heart, you are more than just a green island to rest on.

You are my red cloud, rising with the beat.

Whether it's mountains, valleys, fields, trails or the sea.

Numerous failures and successes have enriched October.

Ah! homeland ...

Who is wearing the crown of October?

The first morning in October is in front of Tiananmen Square.

I feel the aftertaste of sweet-scented osmanthus and the sound of bumper harvest drums.

I recall the historical sound carved on white marble.

My mind has changed.

Flying clouds

vast territory of the motherland

How can I not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? !

The rising October has been contested in Qian Fan.

And my singing, my motherland.

Become a flock of flying white doves

Full of vibration

shake ...

5. Poems about the Motherland When the bright sunshine leaps out of the blue waves of the East China Sea, the Pamirs are still starry; When the northland was still a world wrapped in silver, the southern Xinjiang was already full of beautiful spring.

Ah, we love you, China! We love you-the beauty of Guilin's landscape, the thick makeup of Hangzhou West Lake, the misty clouds of Huangshan Mountain and Lushan Mountain, and the magnificence of the Yangtze River and Yellow River. We love you-the fragrance of Longjing tea, the pure beauty of Moutai, the smooth beauty of Jiangnan silk and the exquisite craftsmanship of Jingdezhen ceramics.

We love you-the moonlight in front of the Dai bamboo house, the towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world, the grapes in Turpan, the melons in Hami, the sheep in the grassland and the camels in Gobi. We love you-the ancient songs played by the bells of the Warring States Period, the new songs written by the reform and opening up, the surging spring tide in China, Wan Li, and the fire of hope lit by the motherland.

We love you-the history of struggle is written as a book and the fruit of sweat. Magnificent pine trees, noble plum blossoms, broad mind and magnificent spirit.

We are proud, we are proud, we work hard, we are open, you are a world power, we love you, China! I love my motherland, I love you, and I love your jingling camel bells, which make the Silk Road go back to ancient times. I love your green grass buds, which cover the desolation of the Gobi Desert. I love the mud flute in your country, which scatters colorful notes in all directions. I love the tall buildings in your city. They entrust people's ideals to the sun. I love your rippling Yangtze River, which touches the heartstrings of 56 nationalities. I love you. The waves of the Yellow River have fed 654.38+03 billion people. I love you. The majesty of the Great Wall is it. I have stood up the backbone of the people of China. I love you. The majestic Huangshan Mountain shows the beauty and dignity of the motherland. I love you. The breadth of the plateau reveals the heroism of China people. I love you, the dense sugarcane forest is sweet to the hearts of hundreds of millions of people. I love you, and the open windows make the flowers of civilization bloom. I love you. The wave of reform is that it has cast off the hat of poverty and backwardness. I love you, because it won the gold medal of the four great inventions. I love your hardworking hands. It is it that dresses up for the modern motherland. I love you. Great flags represent the direction of the people. I love you. The five-color sail is what makes the ship of the century whistle and set sail! Motherland, I love you, I love your grass, Aoki Xiu, I love your birds and frogs, I love your mountains and rivers, I love your urban and rural areas, I love your romantic life, you love your beautiful motherland, I love you, you give me life, you give me strength, you give me a pair of flying wings, coming from the lofty plateau, I am Snow Lotus on the iceberg, surrounded by blue waves. I hope China will grow up. We are teenagers in China! The winding Yellow River taught me perseverance, and the vast Kunlun Mountain taught me to stand tall. What taught me was the pure snow in the north, and what taught me was the hometown of cotton wool dragons in southern Xinjiang, the cradle of the nation, beautiful mountains and rivers, and our home. Feel the heroic spirit of Water Margin and Three Kingdoms in the vigorous and dignified square characters, and appreciate the bells of Qiao Feng in the picturesque poems of Tang and Song Dynasties. Lonely smoke in the desert is in grandma's ballad, and the story of babbling Nuwa and Dayu lingers in my ears. In grandpa's arms, Dongzi and Lei Feng's footprints led me to the people of China, to the people of China with black eyes and yellow skin, and to their unchanging faces.

At the end of May, the heart follows the dragon boat to chase the soul of poetry, and in August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of thoughts. At the Aobao meeting, archery and wrestling showed the tenacity of small herders, holding Hada in their hands, singing and dancing vigorously, and blessing their friends.

The beauty of the East nourishes the descendants of the dragon, and the culture of 5,000 years is rooted in our hearts. We remember the merits and demerits of Chinese mother, not to mention her sufferings.

The Yellow River tracker can't pull the question mark-like body straight, and the ancient bricks of the Great Wall can't stop the shrapnel of foreign guns. Ah! It was Sparks in July and Ships in the South China Sea that made the heroes of the East rise from their nightmares.

The blood of pioneers revived the frozen soil for thousands of years, and China showed a smiling face of youth. The Story of Spring resounded all over the country, China! Opened a brand-new picture.

Today, history and future will be welded by us, and the baton of the times will be passed on by us. Standing at the new starting line, we will answer loudly: Teenagers should write more brilliant China poems, don't expect sunshine everywhere under their feet, don't fantasize about Wan Li with clear sky above their heads, don't forget the honey pot hotbed given by their fathers and brothers, and don't forget the battle songs flying in the "most dangerous time"! Be a ship, make waves, be a rocket, propel a spaceship, cut off poverty like a sword, and connect the world with love. Look, the lusheng and the suona play together, and Ru Yan and the baby eagle fly together. Fifty-six flowers are in full bloom, decorating the Wan Li Garden of the motherland, which makes the heroes of our ancestors proudly marvel! This is my China! This is China boy! I am the snow lotus on the iceberg, the swallow in the sea breeze, the young eagle flying under the blue sky, and the fresh Shandandan on the Yellow River. I hope China will grow up. We are teenagers in China! The winding Yellow River taught me perseverance, and the vast Kunlun Mountain taught me to stand tall. What taught me was the pure snow in the north, and what taught me was the hometown of cotton wool dragons in southern Xinjiang, the cradle of the nation, beautiful mountains and rivers, and our home. Feel the heroic spirit of Water Margin and Three Kingdoms in the vigorous and dignified square characters, and appreciate the bells of Qiao Feng in the picturesque poems of Tang and Song Dynasties. Lonely smoke in the desert is in grandma's ballad, and the story of babbling Nuwa and Dayu lingers in my ears. In grandpa's arms, Dongzi and Lei Feng's footprints led me to the people of China, to the people of China with black eyes and yellow skin, and to their unchanging faces.

At the end of May, the heart follows the dragon boat to chase the soul of poetry, and in August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of thoughts. At the Aobao meeting, archery and wrestling showed the tenacity of small herders, holding Hada in their hands, singing and dancing vigorously, and blessing their friends.

The beauty of the East nourishes the descendants of the dragon, and the culture of 5,000 years is rooted in our hearts. We remember the merits and demerits of Chinese mother, not to mention her sufferings.

The Yellow River tracker can't pull the question mark-like body straight, and the ancient bricks of the Great Wall can't stop the shrapnel of foreign guns. Ah! It was Sparks in July and Ships in the South China Sea that made the heroes of the East rise from their nightmares.

The blood of pioneers.

6. Poem praising maternal love and motherland: Song of the Yangtze River

You come from snow-capped mountains, and spring tides are your style.

You run to the East China Sea, and the stormy waves are your spirit.

You feed children of all ethnic groups with sweet milk;

You roll up mountains and seas with strong arms.

We praise the Yangtze River, you are an endless source;

We are connected with the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother.

You came from ancient times, and the waves washed away the dust.

You run to the future, and the sound of the waves echoes in the sky.

You irrigate the flowery land with pure and clean water;

You have promoted the arrival of a new era with great power.

We praise the Yangtze River, you are an endless source;

We are connected with the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother.

7. Poems praising the motherland ★ Poems praising the motherland 1 ★: autumn wind blows gently! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! ★ Praise for the Motherland 2 ★: "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I/am your brand-new ideal, just out of the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! I/am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You/feed me lost, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! ★ Psalm 3 ★: My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing a splendid journey everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, full of simple feelings, I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and brilliant. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal rivers and mountains of reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. At the dawn of my motherland, the sun holds a firm belief and turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of the great motherland's oriental civilization is like a Mercedes-Benz train, holding up the burning belief to meet the dawn of the century and sail for a more brilliant future. Bearing the footsteps of history, the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland with passion-here I am in song for you. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your breath, and the boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and the whole of my life. Motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, the flaming flame of socialism, the horn of the people's revolution, and the sail of riding the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and enterprising, and the avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is spreading your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast and a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and a derrick in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill and courage, and the great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The smiling faces of the people write about your great motherland-your motherland that created life and transformed the world. Motherland-you are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a soldier who defends the truth and raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. The sons and daughters of China are grateful to your mother-like motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and brought the dawn of peace. Motherland, Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You've always known that. Firmly for Intel, you are kind and loving, defending Greenpeace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have such a motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the future of the motherland is better, the future of the world is better and the future of mankind is better. This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream flow with sweetness, and let all voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your gorgeous life. The first October is always like tears, full of echoes and China's voice extending through your heart to the most enthusiastic surge.

8. A poem dedicated to the motherland. Our mothers, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, are your two arms. The roof of the world is your shoulder, and we are your flesh and blood. Under your care, we live happily in this world and we will never forget our kindness. Our inseparable years bear the footsteps of history, and the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I thought of my motherland with passion-here I sing a song for you. Motherland-you are the source of a thousand years of civilization accumulation. You are a waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River covered with snow in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your blood. You are the theme of the world and the whole of my life. Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You are clear and eternal. You are kind and caring, defending green peace. We are proud of having such a motherland.