Author: Ou Zhen

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The endless night is ink, the scarred land is paper, and after the smoke of the opium war.

Who wrote these two words-China, which makes people feel exhausted.

It is even more painful to read, which makes people feel sad and indignant. How emaciated China was in the history books of the late Qing Dynasty.

Weak China knelt under treaty of nanking.

On that day, countless young people took to the streets, facing dripping blood and a bleak life.

Their cries are like a burst of thunder, stirring this sleeping land, and they are like bundles of flames.

On the winding road, it spreads and blooms beautiful flowers in May.

From then on, they joined the ranks of * * * producers, and they chose without hesitation.

Smash the darkness with a hammer and reap the light with a sickle.

They walked through the streets, they crossed Xiongguan, they galloped on the battlefield, and they bravely killed the enemy.

They want to write a brand-new China with pen, and they want to use blood as color. Describe a young China.

Today, many years later, when my eyes crossed the peak of history, I can still feel their breath.

I saw again, groups of young people, that sweaty face.

I heard them again, and their loud songs echoed in the barren land.

They wrote a love poem with regretless youth in the long years.

Yes, years are long and life is long. This is a passionate poem.

This is a beautiful scenery, a magnificent symphony, and a monument to the top gun.

Oh, China, I want to write a poem for you, in the golden language of the sun and the vast blue of the sea.

Oh, China, I want to draw a picture for you, with the color of spring flowers and the light of the five-star red flag.

Today, a capital, China, makes people read brightly and heartily.

Today, a soaring China makes people read vividly and proudly.

This is the hopeful China rising in the east of the world.

This is the brilliant China under the leadership of China's * * * production party.

This is our youth, China.

Extended information "Classic of China's Patriotic Poetry"

Classic of China's Patriotic Poetry is a book published by Shanghai Bookstore Press on 20 1 1 by Lu Cheng. Classic of China's Patriotic Poems is a collection of more than 0/00 modern and contemporary China poems praising the Communist Party of China (CPC) and the motherland, dedicated to the ninetieth anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party of China (CPC). 20 11July1Sunday is the ninetieth birthday of China * * * Producers' Party, and the whole country is jubilant.

Classic of China's Patriotic Poetry has selected a number of first-class poems in ideology and art, aiming at celebrating the ninetieth anniversary of the founding of China's * * * Production Party, eulogizing the great achievements of the Party and the great achievements of the founding of New China, especially in the past 30 years of reform and opening up, inspiring people's feelings of loving the motherland's language and writing, and cultivating people's patriotic spirit and healthy and noble aesthetic taste.

Love the motherland and love my hometown more-Yu

Pale yellow warmth, even if my heart follows it, meanders in the surging Yellow River on the land of the north, my heart is stirring to pursue the surging Yangtze River on the hot land of the south and go straight to the East China Sea.

They are a golden flash on the coast where China people live, and the two sides are the paradise they yearn for. Suddenly look up, the motherland is good. Bow your head and be happy, the hometown is beautiful. At the foot is the holy land I am pursuing, and I suddenly look back. Love the motherland, but also love my hometown. The years flow quietly, along the road of time.

The motherland is thriving, recalling the past and being a romantic figure through the ages. Look at the present, be a hero. I'm happy to walk on the country road, so? You will know the paradise of flowers and birds when you are in the Rhododendron.

Walk into the grass sea and feel the tranquility of the sea; The rising sun climbed from the sacred mountain, and countless willow branches danced with the sea; Deep homesickness, who are you drunk with? Who wrote the rural folk songs? Standing in the breeze, I can feel the fragrance of green trees and weeds. Spring blossoms for an instant, and it is infinitely warm. All the country roads extend in all directions.

A piece of green forest dresses up my hometown, and I suddenly feel that the sword of leaning on heaven has pierced the sky, loving my motherland and my hometown more.