The full text of the poem "Motherland, My Mother"

Accompanying my mother to study, the years of hard work Every day, we spend time together, filled with longing. She silently watches over us He silently contributed to our growth. Her face was beaming with a smile It was the vicissitudes of time. Her eyes twinkle That was the expression of motherly love. We're growing up by her side She has done a lot for us. We left home to pursue our dreams She continued to read silently. Mother, you are our role model We will always love and thank you. It's our responsibility to accompany our mother to school We will cherish and thank you.

The full text of the poem,"White Sand Dyke in the Green Sun and Yin", is: "Climbing the Liuzhou City Tower." The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes howl, the white birds fly back to the clear sand of the mournful island. Endless trees fall and the endless Yangtze River rolls down. I'm always a guest in autumn, sad for thousands of miles. I've been sick for a hundred years, and I'm alone on the stage. I'm in trouble, bitter resentment, frosty hair, downcast hair, I've just stopped drinking.

"If the Motherland Needed" was a poem written by Chen Pai. The full text was as follows: If the motherland needs it I'm willing to become a flame Burning in my body Illuminate the dark corners If the motherland needs it I'm willing to become steel Extremely hard, safe and reliable Adding bricks and tiles to her mountains and rivers If the motherland needs it I'm willing to become a flood Drown everything, destroy everything To rid her people of their worries If the motherland needs it I'd like to become a breeze Blowing away everything, erasing everything Cleansing her land I'm a special forces soldier With a unique skill, the mission is on my shoulder Whether our country needs it or not I will always be loyal to her This poem expressed Chen Pai's love and loyalty to his motherland. He was willing to do his best for his motherland under any circumstances.

The full text of Lu Xun's "My Mother" is as follows: My mother is my dearest person. She was born in the late Qing Dynasty and was a hardworking, kind, brave and strong woman. My mother was born into a poor family, but she didn't give up hope. She was diligent and studious, and she had started helping her family out very early on. She was a hard-working person. She was busy every day and never gave up her work. My mother was also very brave. She always faced all kinds of difficulties and challenges bravely. She had encountered many difficulties, but she had never bowed to fate. She always believed that she could overcome difficulties and realize her dreams. My mother was also a very intelligent person. She had profound thoughts and unique insights. She had read a lot of books and learned a lot of knowledge. Her wisdom and knowledge far exceeded that of ordinary people. My mother was a very good person. She set an example for me and let me learn a lot of useful knowledge. I'm very grateful to her and I love her very much.

I smile at the sky with my sword as an immortal who can subdue dragons and tigers. The world-shaking wind and cloud change forged an immortal legend. Sword qi swept across ten thousand miles, and saber light danced wildly. A moment's mistake became a devil's barrier, leaving a name for thousands of years.

"Returning to the Garden" was written by Tao Yuanming, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The full text is as follows: I plant beans in the grass under the south mountain. The bean sprouts are sparse. I rise in the morning to clean up the waste and return home with a hoe. The road is narrow, the plants grow long, the evening dew stains my clothes. It's not worth regretting that my clothes are stained, but I can make my wish come true. I rise in the morning to clean up the waste and return home with a hoe. The road is narrow, the plants grow long, the evening dew stains my clothes. It's not worth regretting that my clothes are stained, but I can make my wish come true. This poem depicted Tao Yuanming's life in seclusion in the countryside. He made full use of his time to take care of the barren land under the southern mountain. In the rural life, he faced the difficult conditions but did not complain. Instead, he actively faced them and reflected his noble sentiment by returning to seclusion with a hoe. In the end, he expressed his wish that he could always maintain a pure state of mind and not be disturbed by the outside world. This poem deeply reflected Tao Yuanming's love and pursuit of rural life, and it became one of the classics in Chinese culture.

"Wine is about to enter" is a famous poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai. The full text is as follows: Don't you see that the Yellow River flows from heaven to the sea and never returns? Can't you see the bright mirror in the high hall sad, white hair in the morning like black silk, turning into snow in the evening? Life is full of joy, do not let the golden cup empty face the moon. I'm born with talent, I'm sure it'll be useful. Cook sheep, slaughter cattle, and enjoy the party. You must drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will not stop drinking. I'll sing a song for you, please listen to it for me. Bells, drums and jade are not worth being expensive. I hope I'll be drunk for a long time and don't wake up. Since ancient times, sages and sages have been lonely, only the drinker left his name. In the past, the king of Chen gave a banquet in Pingle to drink ten thousand taels of wine. Why should the host say that there is little money? I must buy it directly and pour it to you. I'll go out and exchange my five-streaked horse for fine wine to relieve my eternal sorrow with you.

Ten Miles of Red Maiden was a poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi. The whole poem was as follows: See the autumn wind in Chang 'an The grass and trees shake and fall, and the dew turns into frost. Fragrant flowers are jealous of the southern branch a lone tree with a thousand peaks, its shadow lonely. Ten thousand miles away, sad autumn is often a guest for a hundred years I've been sick and alone on the stage. Hard times, bitter hatred, frosty hair in downfall, I have just stopped drinking my cup of turbid wine. There are trees on the mountain, oh, trees have branches I like you, but you don't know. I don't know you, oh, endless hatred The more I hate him, the more I hate him. The dew is white from tonight the moon is bright in my hometown. I have a younger brother, but I'm scattered without a home, I ask about life and death. The letter is long but not long Besides, we haven't stopped fighting yet. Tonight I hear your pipa for a moment I think of home. I heard you sigh with your pipa I heard these words again and again. same is the end of the world Why should we ever know each other? I left the capital city last year He was bedridden in Xunyang City. There is no music in Xunyang I haven't heard the sound of music all year round. Living near the low and wet land of the river yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house. What do you hear in the morning and evening? cuckoos cry, blood apes wail. Spring River, flower morning, autumn moon night I often pour wine alone. Are there no folk songs and village flutes? it's hard to listen to my hoarse voice and mocking. Tonight I hear your lute It's like listening to fairy music. Don't say goodbye to playing a song I wrote "Pipa Song" for you. Thank you for saying this for a long time He sat back and played the strings. It's so sad that it doesn't sound like the sound of moving forward When the whole table heard this, they covered their faces and wept. Who cries the most among the guests? the green robes of Jiangzhou's Sima were wet.

The full text of Full Moon West Tower was as follows: The Full Moon in the West Tower The autumn wind blew, and the waning moon shone in the sky. Lonely deep courtyard, no one to accompany me, I lean on the railing alone. Her thoughts lingered, and she was reluctant to part. Her longing followed her like a shadow. When will we meet again in our dreams? The moon is full at night, and the west tower is empty, sighing. This poem was written by Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. It described how the poet looked at the waning moon in the autumn wind and missed his lover in the distance.

The full text of the poem is as follows: Her bun hung high in the sky, shining on her red dress, the clouds on her temples, and the snow on her cheeks. On the night of the third day of September, the dew was like a real pearl and the moon was like a bow. If life is only like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but the heart of an old friend is easy to change. The words of Mount Li are gone. In the middle of the night, tears fall and bells ring. I don't complain. How can it be like the wish of a young man in brocade to be together? This poem described a beautiful woman leaning against the window at night with a smile. Her beautiful makeup and gentle smile complemented each other like a blooming flower. The woman in the poem was not a real person, but the author's yearning and pursuit for beautiful things were expressed by describing the image of the woman. This poem was also one of Li Qingzhao's representative works. It won widespread praise for its poignant and beautiful words and profound thoughts.