Patriotic Poetry (50 words)

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 ...

And then I died,

Even feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often cry?

Because I love this land deeply. ...

2. Man Jianghong writes about her breasts.

Song Dynasty: Yue Fei

Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, white and sad!

Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing. When do courtiers hate their guts! Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.

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I was so angry that my hair stood on end and my hat was lifted. Climbing alone on the railing and looking out, the sudden storm has just stopped. Looking up at the sky, I can't help screaming at the sky, and my heart is full of heart.

Although some fame has been established for more than 30 years, it is as insignificant as dust. The north and south fought for eight thousand miles, and how many storms have passed. My hero, we should seize the time to make contributions to our country, and don't waste our youth until we are old.

The shame of Jingkang's transformation has not been washed away by snow so far. When will the resentment as a national civil servant disappear? I will drive a chariot to attack Helan Mountain, and even Helan Mountain will be razed to the ground. I am full of ambition. I eat the enemy's meat when I am hungry, and I drink the enemy's blood when I am thirsty. When I recover the old mountains and waters, I will report good news and serve the country!

3. Hope of Spring

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

Translation:

When the country fell, only the mountains and rivers remained the same, and the urban areas were overgrown with weeds in spring. I am worried and sad, but I will cry when I see the flowers bloom. It pains me to leave my family. The war has not stopped in March, and the letters from home are precious and can be worth thousands of dollars. I only scratch my head when I am depressed and upset, so that my white hair is sparse and I can't insert it.

4. Nine Songs and National Mourning

Pre-Qin: Qu Yuan

Holding a sword, wearing leather armor, chariots crisscross, sword and blade. Enemy, the flag is like a dark cloud and the arrow is on the string.

He violated my position and trampled on my team. My left relative died and my right relative was stabbed. Bury two rounds, trip four horses, and beat drums with jade mallets.

Then I will be furious, kill vilen mercilessly and abandon him. No return, no return, the plain is hazy and the road is very remote.

Wearing a long sword, holding a strong crossbow, leaving your head, Zhuang Xin will not change. Brave and fearless, you are the most. You will stick to your post until you die.

The body is dead, the spirit will never die, and your soul is the ghost of a hero!

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Fighting in hand, wearing rhinoceros leather armor, criss-crossing chariots, wielding swords and beheading generals. Flags cover the sky, enemies are like dark clouds, arrows fly down, and foot soldiers fight for the first place. Occupy my position, trample on our team, and stab at the left.

Bury two rounds, trip four horses, and beat the drum with a jade mallet. It was dark, the gods were angry, the bodies were brutally killed, and vilen was abandoned. Going to war without returning, the plain is dense and the road is long.

Wear a long sword with a strong crossbow, separate your head and body, and be strong. Really brave and hard, always strong. No one can violate it. The body is dead, the spirit is immortal, and your soul is a hero among ghosts!

5. Poetry of Justice

Ming Dynasty: Yang Jisheng

I am noble and upright, and I only died for the kingdom. Qi Hao is still in space. Although I will die, my heart will live forever and shine on future generations.

The life of the country has long been the heart of the country, but it has failed to fulfill the regret of the country, leaving ashes as evil spirits to be compensated by the state to destroy the enemy.

Translation:

I was born upright and died only for my country. Heroism should still be in space. Although I will die, my heart will live forever and it will shine for generations to come.

I have long had the heart to serve my country, but I have failed to leave regrets for serving my country. I still have to make amends for my country and kill the enemy.