Poetry in praise of the motherland

Wen / Floating clouds

My motherland,

You have a long history, splendid culture.

You came from the ancient times,

You experienced the hundred schools of thought during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States,

You witnessed the bravery and cruelty of the Chu-Khan struggle.

You created Tang poetry, Song lyrics,, Yuan operas, and Ming and Qing novels,

You carried out the evolution of writing from the small seal script to the regular script,

You unified weights and measures.

You nurtured countless heroes,

You nourished one batch of artistic talents after another,

You have The Analects of Confucius, The Records of the Grand Historian, The Encyclopedia of the Four Books, and The Riverside Scroll of Qingming Festival ......

You have the Terra Cotta Warriors and Horses of the Qin Dynasty, the Potala Palace, the Forbidden City, and the Jinggang Mountains ......

My motherland,

You have a vast area and magnificent mountains and rivers.

Nine million six hundred thousand square kilometers of land,

there is a long stretch of the Great Wall of China, the Himalayas,

there is a rushing Yellow River, the Yangtze River,

there is a beautiful and fertile Hainan, Taiwan,

there is a vast prairie, the sea of forests,

You have a more than eighteen thousand kilometers of coastline

and a long border of more than twenty thousand kilometers. more than 10,000 kilometers of long borders.

......

My motherland,

You are rich in products and rich in people.

You have rare treasures such as giant pandas, albino dolphins, golden monkeys, northeastern tigers ......

You have rare species such as sequoia, ginkgo, ironwood, ginseng ......

You have inexhaustible coal, petroleum, natural gas ......

You have Qin Shi Huang, the first of the six,

You have Sun Yat-sen, who restored China and founded the Republic of China

You have Mao Zedong, the savior of the Chinese Revolution,

You have Deng Xiaoping, the pioneer of reform and opening up;

You have Confucius, who is tireless in his teachings,

You have Qu Yuan, who was depreciated for his talent and sent his love to "Li Sao";

You have Lu Xun, the brave warrior of the spiritual world;

......

My motherland,

in short,

You have the industrious and kind-hearted people;

You have the peace-loving nature;

You have the tradition of self-improvement,

You have the character of protecting your family and defending your country

......

Believe that,

you, in the future, will:

Sing a hundred worlds and sing the world!

Taiwan]Huang Yonglian "Chinatown"

is a harbor

specializing in the Chinese accent

No need to ask where the guest came from

Lightly in the light yellow complexion

Yangzhou's stagecoach

Changan's palace

After annihilation has become a kind of affection

The wind is the historical Xiao Xiao sound. The wind is the sound of history

Listening to it like

a dreamy song

a castle that will never be garrisoned

the twenty-four flowers of China

You're an orchid that doesn't need soil to take root

drinking from the frosts and snows

blooming in the East

the flag standing distinctly, like the waves of the Yellow River, flowing eastward, always moving towards the East. The waves of the Yellow River, flowing eastward, always facing the sunny side

is a splendid relief

bright with the yellow glaze of Yangshao in the Yinxu Ruins

the smoke and clouds are changing

just like the messenger who goes out of the Yumen Pass in the west

The sea is the Silk Road in your heart

the lonely sails are far away from the shadow of the distant shadow

The moon of the hometown is the magnetic field of the Big Dipper

you are becoming a fine woman.

You have become a meticulous collector

You were once poor and pawned your money

But you refused to pawn the furniture you brought from your country

The 5,000 years of history is not a piece of antiquity that can be sold at auction

It is a divine lamp that brings happiness

I use my broken palm

Dai Wenshou

I use my broken palm

This is the only thing I can say about you.

With a crippled palm

I feel this vast land:

This corner has turned to ashes,

That corner is only blood and mud;

This lake should be my home,

(In spring, the embankment is like a brocade of blossoms,

The tender willow branches have a strange fragrance as they break off,

I touch the yellow floating pelt and the water's slight coldness. ;

The snowy peaks of this Changbai Mountain are cold to the bone,

The water of this Yellow River clips mud and sand slipping out between my fingers;

The rice fields of Jiangnan, so soft ......now there's only ponies;

The lychee blossoms of Lingnan pine away forlornly;

To the end of the yonder side, I dipped the South China Sea with no fishing boats in the Bitter water ......

Invisible palms swept over the hateless rivers and mountains,

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

Only the corner of that vast expanse is still intact,

Warm, bright, sturdy and flourishing with spring.

On that, I caressed it with my crippled palm,

like the soft hair of a lover, the breast in a baby's hand.

I carry all my strength in the palm of my hand

Attached to it, with love and all hope,

for only there is the sun, the spring,

that will banish the gloom and bring forth the sustenance,

because only there are we who do not live like cattle,

and die like ants... ...there, eternal China!

Motherland, my dear motherland

Shouting

I am the worn-out old waterwheel on your river

spinning a weary song for centuries;

I am the smoky miner's lamp on your forehead

shining on you as you snailed through the tunnels of history;

I am the parched ear of rice;

the foundation of the dilapidated road;

the barge on the silty beach,

and the barge on the silty beach.

I am the barge on the silted beach

that strangles the fiber rope deep

into your shoulder;

- O Motherland!

I am poor,

I am sad.

I am the painful hope of your grandparents,

the flower that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years between the sleeves of the "flying sky"

--O motherland!

I am your new ideals,

fresh from the cobwebs of myths;

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

I am the smile of your tears;

I am the freshly-painted, snow-white starting line;

the crimson dawn

spewing forth;

--O Motherland! --O Fatherland!

I am one billionth part of you

the sum of your nine million six hundred thousand squares;

you have fed

the confused me, the deep-thinking me, the seething me, with your scarred breasts;

then from my flesh and blood

go and obtain

your; riches, your glory, your freedom;

- O motherland,

my dear motherland!

Shu Ting, "O Motherland, My Dear Motherland"

I am the worn-out old waterwheel on your riverside

spinning a weary song for hundreds of years;

I am the smoky miner's lamp on your forehead

shining on your snail's pace through the tunnels of history;

I am the parched ear of paddy rice; the disrepair of the roadbed;

the barge on the silt bank

the barge on the silt bank

This is your motherland, my dear motherland.

I am the barge on the silted beach

that strangles the fiber rope deep

into your shoulder;

- O motherland!

I am poor,

I am sad.

I am the painful hope of your grandparents,

the flower that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years between the sleeves of the "flying sky"

--O motherland!

I am your new ideals,

fresh from the cobwebs of myths;

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

I am the smile of your tears;

I am the freshly-painted, snow-white starting line;

the crimson dawn

spewing forth;

--O Motherland! --O Fatherland!

I am one billionth part of you

the sum of your nine million six hundred thousand squares;

you have fed

the confused me, the deep-thinking me, the seething me, with your scarred breasts;

then from my flesh and blood

go and obtain

your; riches, your glory, your freedom;

- O motherland,

my dear motherland!