Patriotic poems or essays suitable for reciting (three to five minutes)

my motherland

My motherland,

The mountains are towering,

The majestic mountain peaks overlook the storms of history.

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 runs,

The mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history,

Rush 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,

Vast territory and rich resources,

Beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture.

The desert accepts the sunset,

Full moon and drunken lotus,

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

My motherland,

The people are hardworking,

Fifty-six ethnic groups sympathize with each other,

The magnificence of oriental charm,

The romantic style of humanistic style,

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

This is my motherland,

This is my beloved motherland.

I like your long and splendid history,

I like the flowers on every inch of your land,

I love your magnificent rivers and mountains,

I love you. The people are tenacious.

My motherland,

My beloved motherland.

You are a rooster with your head held high, awakening the silence of the dawn.

You are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era.

You are a lion, dancing the glory of China.

You are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name,

That's China!

That's China, my motherland.

My beloved motherland.

I love my motherland deeply,

The beating heart has been beating for 5 thousand years,

I love my motherland deeply,

Surging blood rushed to the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,

I love my motherland deeply,

Yellow skin is printed with the color left by ancestors,

I love my motherland deeply,

Black eyes reveal a humble smile,

I love my motherland deeply,

Strong personality, tall and straight,

I love my motherland deeply,

The vast sea border is full of all my sustenance.

My motherland,

Lovely China,

You made a glorious history,

You raised a great country.

I'm proud of your age,

The wind of a thousand years can't break your tall and straight back,

I'm 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,

I'm proud of your spirit,

Reform and opening up are magnificent.

Lovely motherland,

Wherever I go,

I hold your arm of strength,

No matter where I live,

You have warmed my heart.

Lovely motherland,

You are the helmsman of the new century,

You use speed, you use strength,

Create miracles that shock the world.

You work hard and use your wisdom,

Has carried on another more brilliant development!

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of hope,

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of vigor and vitality!

Motherland, I want to burn.

When I was a seedling of a pine tree

The earth has given me noble sentiments!

I am determined to be a pillar of talent and devote myself to mankind.

One branch and one leaf are not afraid of snow, sword and skates.

Unfortunately, I am rooted in a deep canyon.

Very long, very long, but never higher than the grass on the top of the mountain.

I tried to suck my mother's shriveled breasts,

I am bent on raising my ideal to tens of thousands!

I really overreached myself: childish! Ridiculous!

Ignorance prevents me from seeing my humble cells.

So I got what I deserved,

The oncoming storm!

Ah, it's upside down ...

Ah, the mountain calls for a tsunami ...

The great orogeny buried me in a deep stratum,

I died when I was young.

I am dead! The young torso is convulsing underground,

I am dead! Immortal souls are still fighting for the call sign:

"I want to go out! I'm going out! I'm going out-

My ideal is not to go to this black prison! "

How much unbearable pain I have endured in the long years,

But the light of ideal still shines in my heart.

I turned into a piece of coal, still screaming for my life:

"Motherland, Motherland, I want to burn!"

How thick the crust is, how high it is expected,

I am eager! I long for a thousand sunshine tunnels ahead!

I want to go out: throw myself into the stove and become a raging fire.

"Motherland, Motherland, I want to burn!"

You, the clearest drop in the spray.

Here,

I want to sing a person.

He is not a general,

But he made countless contributions;

He is not a literary master,

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But to write immortal poems;

He is so ordinary, so young,

Like a spring rain,

But infiltrated—

The hearts of hundreds of millions of people!

Why? Why,

In the hearts of hundreds of millions of people,

Everyone reads this.

The name of a 22-year-old soldier?

He, uh,

Is a drop of water,

But it can

Reflected the radiance of the whole sun!

He, uh,

This is a bird with open wings.

But it can

Fly to the party wholeheartedly!

He, uh,

This is a light that just came on.

only

Every bunch is not wasted!

He, uh,

It's just a drum,

But it can

Every Hua Song thunders!

Oh, Lei Feng!

You don't write songs for yourself,

You're not knitting for yourself,

You don't comb your feathers,

You won't cry for someone,

Oh, Lei Feng!

You, a note in the internationale;

You, a fiber on the red flag;

You, a red flower among flowers,

You, the clearest drop in the spray!

Youth!

Eternal life!

Magnificent!

Look at Private Lei Feng,

One echo at a time,

One song at a time,

go straight

The endless century ahead!

Ode to the Monument to Heroes

Comrades who walked through Tiananmen Square

Stop your feet.

Please look up and take off your hat.

Happy. Happy? Forget it for a while.

Keep quiet in front of the monument to heroes

On a stormy day, you will hear the Yellow River roaring.

The waves it set off in the 1920s roared like thunder.

On a cloudy night, you will hear the roar of the Yangtze River.

It collapsed like a rock in the wild waves of the 1930s.

Fang Zhimin walked under the moonlight-filled monument.

Hua ... Hua is a heavy chain under his feet.

Li Dazhao stood in front of the Dawn Monument.

His gray robe was shrouded in mist.

Yin Fu's pen is still rustling in the shadow of the lamp.

Under the starlight, Ye Ting's sword was drawn.

The undead Wang Xiaohe still stared at the gloomy muzzle.

Loyal Liu Hulan faced a bloody hay cutter.

The sandstorm is very long.

Sometimes there are forest spears in the sand.

Rain and fog, rain and fog

A burning spear was faintly visible in the rain and fog.

How many heroes are killing around this monument.

Xianyang Road, Nanjing Road, Hao Hao

How many angry steps are bound

Quiet Longhua Pagoda in Qingqing Yuhuatai

How many steel boxes fell in a pool of blood

How many footprints did the ancient Yellow Crane Tower leave?

How many heroic faces are New Baota shan familiar with?

Daoshan-Zhazidong

Fire-Shangrao

How many comrades-in-arms blood woven into this glow?

Step by step, step on the spring grass after the rain.

At the beginning of the Jinggangshan artillery fire, the Red Guards were still on sentry duty.

Xiangjiang Hongye Cluster Uprising, farmers are sharpening their knives.

Listening to the sound of the waves with heroic laughter.

Guerrillas lie in ambush in green tents in the middle of Hebei Plain.

The general's war horse roared among the green willows in the Jiangnan water town.

Competing in the Central Plains, every road is shaking.

Crossing the Yangtze River, every spray is burning.

A thousand ropes, a single spark, can start a prairie fire.

There are thousands of iron locks. It's sunny.

Old comrades, can you hear the voice of your soldiers?

Can new comrades hear the trumpets of old comrades marching?

A wife, listening to her husband's last roar.

The husband listened to the slogan shouted by his wife.

Children, listen to the generous elegy of parents.

The parents listened to the roar of the child's blood.

How many unfinished words rush in the martyr's chest?

do you want to hear it ? You can hear it in front of the Monument to Heroes.

All the waters of Qian Shan in the north are gathered in front of this monument.

All the waters in the south are around this monument.

How many whips, how many bullets, how many sticks and bayonets

How many tears, how much hatred, how much blood advice.

What sacrifices have we made for our ancestors today?

How much weight should we have on our shoulders tomorrow?

Remember it, my comrades and my compatriots.

Never forget that millions of men, women and children.

Comrades who walked through Tiananmen Square

Stop your feet.

Please look up and take off your hat.

The eyes of the martyrs are watching us.

It is not quiet in front of the Monument to Heroes.

Look up to the national emblem

Warm golden yellow, next to a wide river.

Have a far-reaching impact on the prospects of the earth.

The infinite wind is blowing.

The sunshine planted by the industrious hands of the people

Looking up at you, national emblem! What I saw.

This is a nation raised by the mother of the Yellow River.

This is the national ear of wheat.

Agriculture troubled by dreams

I saw the awakening of the Loess Plateau

It is a gear that turns day and night and moves forward forever.

It is represented by a concentrated gear.

A thirst for large machines.

For thousands of years, hunger, poverty, food and clothing, and abundance.

Agricultural refraction without beginning and end

A nation's thoughts and destiny are intertwined.

Surf on the rolling waves

Looking up at you, national emblem! A gear.

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Represents the desire of the motherland to be strong again.

It is a profound understanding of the weakness of agricultural civilization.

I heard countless footsteps and wheels.

On the avenue of the times ...

On the lofty national emblem, I watched

The radiant Tiananmen Square

My ears are always buzzing.

A great man born in Shaoshanchong

Announce to the world

I saw a rising star in Ran Ran.

I saw the light that everyone expected.

I saw the suddenly enlightened sky and ocean.

People who love labor

The stars symbolize you.

Shine on the national emblem

I saw figures in the fields north and south of the Yangtze River.

I heard that labor has become a ballad.

Wipe the thin clouds like absorbent cotton.

Over the wings of birds

The national emblem belongs to everyone in China.

Forever home in life

national emblem

Always hanging high in the hearts of the people

"I use my damaged palm."

I used my injured palm.

Explore this vast land:

This corner has been reduced to ashes,

That corner is just blood and mud;

This lake should be my hometown,

(In spring, the embankment is full of flowers.

There is a strange smell when the tender willow branches are broken. )

I touched the coolness of seaweed and water;

The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.

The water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through the fingers;

The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia;

Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered,

There, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. ...

Invisible palms swept the mountains without complaint,

Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with darkness,

Only the far corner is still intact,

Warm, clear, firm and vigorous spring.

On it, I stroked it with my broken palm,

Like a lover's soft hair, a baby's milk.

I put all my strength in my palm.

Put it on, send love and all hope,

Because there is only the sun, no spring,

Will dispel the haze and bring Su Sheng,

Because it's the only place where we don't live like animals,

Die like an ant ... there, eternal China!

Motherland, my dear motherland.

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;

I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,

Do what you do in the tunnel of history;

I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time;

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Pull into your shoulder;

-the motherland!

I'm 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;

-the motherland!

I am your brand-new ideal,

Just broke free from the spider web of myth;

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

I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;

I am the newly painted white starting line;

This is crimson dawn.

It is sprayed;

-the 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

Yours; Abundance, your glory, your freedom;

-the motherland,

My dear motherland!

See for yourself, there is always one for you.