In daily study, work or life, everyone has been exposed to poetry, which is full of the author's thoughts and feelings and rich imagination. What kind of poems are good? The following are beautiful poems (usually 5) that I carefully arranged for the National Day of Senior One. Welcome to read the collection.
A beautiful poem recited on the National Day of Senior One 1 "I love your motherland".
Through the eyes of history
We stood on the shoulders of the years and looked down.
In the stormy waves of Hukou of the Yellow River
We heard the eternal passion.
On Mount Everest, Xue Hai.
What we stare at is a kind of true purity that has not changed for thousands of years.
Qin soldiers and horse servants in tunnels
We feel a kind of boldness and depth.
Ah, the motherland
You are the land under your feet.
There used to be beautiful scenery and traffic here.
It was once a giant that stood tall in the Qin and Han Dynasties.
This used to be the ruins of the watchtower looted by Eight-Nation Alliance.
It used to be a place to eat chaff and swallow vegetables thousands of miles away.
You are a land of perseverance and self-improvement.
You are the mother who gave birth to me and raised me.
Through the eyes of history
We stood on the shoulders of the years and looked down.
In the blue waves of Nanhu Lake
We witnessed the birth of a giant.
A sickle roared and cut off all the shackles of the old world.
The hammer calls for a new dawn in China.
Look, red azaleas are all over Jinggangshan.
It's a chapter in Chu Ci that amazed Li Sao.
Listen, the gunfire rang out over Nanchang.
It is a kind of charm that makes bronze Qin servants stunned.
Yangtze River, give me strength and let me grow.
Yellow River, give me wisdom and make me mature.
Mount Tai, the Great Wall, gave me a stalwart body.
Give me unlimited power.
Let me sweep away the dark world.
In the warm embrace of the motherland.
I learned how to face difficulties and hardships.
It is a solid arm of the motherland.
Lift me up.
Like a flying dragon
Standing in the east of the world
Ah, the motherland
You're amazing.
You raised the children of Qian Qian heroes with milk.
You watered this fertile land with sweat.
You have cultivated our firm belief with hard work.
You declared the end of the old times with a cry.
You are the endless motivation in our life.
You are a safe haven for children to return from a long voyage.
From a historical perspective,
We stand on the other side of the future and look back on the past.
In the incense of Mazu Tempel.
We heard the songs sung by Qizi.
In the blue waters of Danshui Bay
We smelled the scent of bauhinia.
In the towering Millennium Monument,
We feel that the pace of the new century is forceful.
In spring, people walking with vigorous steps come to us.
It dresses the countryside green.
The mountains are green and the water is green.
There is a breath of spring in the air.
It puts the city in a green coat.
Trees are lush and flowers are everywhere.
Even in our songs.
There are also many youthful melodies echoing.
Spring in the motherland
Is opening the door to national rejuvenation.
Spring in the motherland
Is to blow the horn to wake up the sleeping people.
Spring in the motherland
Make the countryside green and the city noisy.
Spring in the motherland
You are opening your mind.
Accept children's impulsive youth and firm belief.
This is an era of connecting the past with the future.
New opportunities, new challenges
This is an era of rapid change.
Knowledge innovation, keep pace with the times
This is an era of connecting the past with the future.
The burden on our shoulders is heavy]
We look forward to a bright future.
The motherland marched in the sea of flowers.
We blow horns, beat gongs and drums.
The motherland is advancing in the spring breeze.
We write our blessings on our faces.
Keep your expectations in mind.
The motherland is marching on the road of the new century.
We strung the stars with songs.
A tunnel through time and space
Hang it in the sky.
May you always hear your child's voice,
(Male collar, female collar) Motherland, our great mother.
You are coming to the new century.
March towards your tomorrow again.
Bless you, motherland.
The beautiful poem 2 "Motherland, My Mother" recited on the National Day of Senior One.
After twists and turns and mud, enter your territory.
The underwater sound shines like a metal sonata.
Makes my heart beat?
Motherland, is this autumn lingering in your heart?
The fruit it presents is close to our deep desire for perfection.
Look at all their worries and sighs from different directions.
All the pain and hesitation, all the loss and disappointment.
In your deep and sacred smile, everything becomes a flag.
Motherland! This moment is enough to prove
Autumn is the brightest road to you.
Stepping into autumn, my heart
Always immersed in your charming artistic conception
Looking forward to the sunshine upstream of the source
This is the ancient fire of truth.
Refraction in all directions under your navigation and prompt.
Enjoy the purest and brightest scenery in the world alone.
There will be a feeling of pouring into the door of the soul.
Blow a green leaf and play music for your country and people.
Ask Xia Hong to cut the ribbon for your prosperity.
Let my song fly, in order to look forward to your tomorrow.
Whose trouble is it to let it fly on the high wheat pile?
Finally a colorful dream came true?
Motherland! Autumn lingering in your heart
Whisper to me-
From takeoff to takeoff
From rising to rising again
-This is a bright and glorious road.
Step into unprecedented glory
Your longing for the motherland can bear witness.
The salute of the celebration has extended into my dream.
I raised an inch of flame in my dream.
You can dream that I am aboveboard and picturesque.
Beautiful motherland?
I'm proud, I'm from China.
Among countless blue eyes and brown eyes,
I have a pair of black eyes like jewels.
I am proud, I come from China!
Among countless white skin and black skin,
My skin is as yellow as the earth.
I am proud, I come from China!
I'm from China.
The Loess Plateau is my chest,
The flowing water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood;
The Great Wall is my raised arm,
Mount Tai is my heel.
I'm from China.
My ancestors walked out of the forest for the first time.
My ancestors started farming first.
I am a descendant of the compass and printing.
I am a descendant of pi and seismograph.
In my country,
There are not only immortals in history.
Keywords Confucius, Sima Qian, Li Zicheng, Sun Yat-sen,
And immortality in the history of literature
Hua Mulan, Lin Daiyu, the Monkey King, Lu.
I am proud, I come from China!
I'm from China.
My voice is as rough as the Yellow River,
Not only in the United Nations building,
Speak out China's comments,
Also at the Olympic Games,
Shouting China scores.
When applause sent the flag of China to the blue sky,
I wish I were from China!
I'm from China.
My huge arms are like the Great Wall,
Not only the drill pipe of the diamond oil production machine
Predict that the center of the earth can't hit oil,
Send communication satellites to our ancestors.
White clouds that I have never seen in my dream.
When the five oceans listen to the voice of the East,
I am proud, I come from China.
I'm from China.
I am a descendant of the murals in Mogao Grottoes.
Let the flying murals be with us.
I'm Tian Fei,
Flying is us.
I am proud, I come from China!
The beautiful poem 4 "My Motherland" recited on the National Day of Senior One.
my motherland
I am your knot, your epigraph.
I am a stone tool. You can visualize things and compare them with images.
I am Oracle Bone Inscriptions from Yin Ruins, and I am Dayin from Zhong Ding.
This is your simple Han Li, horizontal and vertical Tang Kai.
Carve your Long Mai, your indomitable appearance.
I am your national style and Chu Ci, your biographical inscription.
Your Yuefu poems, your short sentences.
I am an affectionate rising tone in your mother tongue.
I am the couplet at your door.
I am your Qin and your Weichi Gong.
I'm Gu Feng, your fan of the Book of Songs.
I am the 5,000 Spring City in your historical records.
I am Datong of your Book of Rites, The Rites of Confucius and Mencius.
I am a social drama in which you repay God and pray for you.
It is you who sings Huizhou class.
It's your bronze hammer, short-handed martial artist.
I am your Beijing opera blues.
my motherland
I am in your fertile land.
The color full of yellow blood.
This is a country where whole grains are the staple food.
A generation fed by Yangtze River water
Yellow skin and black eyes.
Your spine and bones, your upright torso.
dead snow
Your clear melody, your smiles and tears.
Samsara is a happy, simple and heavy sound quality.
I'm on your flag.
1400 million brightest optical fibers
I am in your vast mind.
1400 million deepest dust.
I am your high-pitched national anthem.
14 billionth of the most powerful paper money.
I am your October autumn full of particles.
The1400 millionth golden ear of wheat
I am on your side. The support of all parties in trouble.
1400 million warm hearts
my motherland
I am Hainan for your coconut and Xiangnan for your pepper.
I'm Xi 'an, you make mutton buns, I'm Tianjin, and the dog ignores you.
I'm from Lanzhou, Lamian Noodles and Yunnan, crossing the bridge rice noodles.
I am Xinjiang in Hami, the plateau in Hada.
I am your spring bud plan and your hope primary school.
Your bright action, your housing project ...
my motherland
On the October Harvest Festival, the bonfire has been lit.
I am a folk artist who is keen on playing and singing.
Use the strings of your Hu Qin.
Weave a snowy grassland with low wind and grass.
Use the sound hole of your flute
Wave away the Jiangnan water town under the morning fog.
Use your Ma Touqin.
Butter milk tea for warm Mongolian yurts
Use your Dambur.
Make Turpan wine.
Use your mandolin
Wash away the vicissitudes of bus numbers
Use your saxophone
Wanderers who inspired Victoria Harbour to return home.
my motherland
I am a child who loves crayons in your arms.
Sketch and your soft language of Wu Nong.
The gentleness of the maiden West Lake
Sketch with your Qin bricks and Han tiles.
The battlefield in Wan Li is impregnable.
Freehand brushwork and your camel bell.
Lonely Silk Road in the Desert
Use your brush and traditional Chinese painting, which have been passed down for thousands of years.
Depicted a vast territory of 9.6 million.
Our colorful clothes and customs.
Render 56 bunches of blooming flowers.
I'm from your beautiful and open garden.
Every smile with deep affection came.
I am your peony in Luoyang and your azalea in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I am your southern Xinjiang clothes and your alpine snow lotus.
I am your bauhinia, your Australian lotus.
I am the plum blossom beside your Sun Moon Lake.
Listening to your affectionate call ...
Motherland, my motherland
The beautiful poem 5 "National Day is dedicated to my dear motherland" recited by the first grade National Day.
Motherland,
Your five thousand years,
It is full of countless controversies.
Fearless again and again, failed again and again,
Outline the unchangeable spirit of China.
We,
Survived in your mind for 5 thousand years,
So,
There is a Chinese soul that will remain unchanged for five thousand years.
Your territory is vast and powerful,
Like the cock singing at dawn.
Leap again and again, gallop again and again,
You have finally become a giant of the East.
We,
Growing up on your shoulders for 5 thousand years,
So,
Five thousand years of constant diligence is engraved in temperament.
For 5,000 years,
You are still full of youth,
For 5,000 years,
You are still enthusiastic.
We,
It's been five thousand years since I followed in your footsteps,
So,
Witnessed your five thousand years of vicissitudes.
You're lost, you're depressed,
But at 1949, there was a huge national roar.
It makes the world shake;
1978 a spring thunder,
Opened the door to the world.
On your vast and beautiful grassland,
Sheep are like pearls covered with green velvet;
In your promising field,
The rolling wheat waves dyed the world golden.
On your winding coast,
A fresh fish is full of fishing nets;
In your dense forest,
Everywhere is the pillar of the future of the motherland.
When the bell of the new century rings,
The eyes of the whole world are watching you.
I saw it,
The fruitful harvest bent the branches;
I saw it,
The machine is turning freely and happily.
I saw it,
Satellites and spaceships shine with the light of the sun;
I saw it,
The genetic code leads us into the hall of natural science.
We have ushered in a colorful era with you.
We entered a brand-new moderns with you.
We understand,
Our shoulders will support your hope for tomorrow;
We know that,
Our hands will create your future glory.
Motherland,
We will definitely let you
Standing forever
The east of the world!