My motherland...
I am a little bird
Flying in your vast sky
You are sometimes overcast and sometimes dark. Rain
Sunshine never disappears
I am a small fish
Walking through your blue waves
You are sometimes calm Sometimes it tumbles
In the end, it still gives me clarity
My motherland...
What a touching word this is
As kind as A loving mother’s smile
Lingering like a lover’s words
You are my lush green shade in spring
You are my golden harvest in autumn
You are my cool breeze in summer
You are my warm bonfire in winter
My motherland...
Thinking of you
I My heartstrings can't help but tremble
The singing voice flows on the strings
It flows into a gurgling river
Thinking of you
My feelings can't stop Still
My thoughts turned into light clouds
Flying high into the sky and floating to the earth
Overlooking the vast mountains and rivers
My motherland...
You are my childhood dream
Under the flickering oil lamp
The magical and confusing story of the old grandmother
On the dock after parting from life and death
Father’s tearful advice
You are the soil of my hometown
So thick and simple
You are the forest of steles carved by our ancestors
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Condensed wisdom also condensed blood and tears
You are the plank road on the cliff of the Three Gorges
Interrupted and yet dug
You are the dam on the bank of the Yellow River
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Collapse and build up again
You are the sail of the voyage
From ancient times to the present, you have always soared high
Crossing thousands of beaches and ravines
My motherland...
You are not just a map
a map shaped like a rooster
Not even a combination of slogans
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You are history, you are reality
You are the continuation of generation after generation
Hope and sustenance
In the unearthed bronze and ceramics Here
There are your mottled and rich memories
Among the rising tall buildings
There is your spirited style
You The sigh is so deep and long
Your call is so irresistible
My motherland...
I once mourned for you
I have been proud of you
I have suffered for you
I have also been happy for you
You are a seed
In me The leaves sprout in my heart
Grow into a big tree with dancing green shade
You will never wither or fall
Because of your roots
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Has penetrated deeply into my soul
Integrated into my blood and my bones
My motherland...
Sad and confused time
I call you over and over again
You are the tide that cleans away the filth
Fill my heart with surging passion
You taught me love and truth
Even in the face of a noose
You can’t hand over your sincere conscience
To live one day
to love you wholeheartedly
Until I turn into flying dust
My motherland...
Reference Information: "Motherland" Author: Zhao Lihong
"I am proud to be Chinese"
Author ---
- Wang Huairang
Among countless blue eyes and brown eyes
I have a pair of jewel-like black eyes.
I am proud, I am Chinese!
Among countless white skins and black skins,
I have earth-yellow skin,
I am proud to be Chinese!
I am Chinese——
The Loess Plateau is my raised chest
The water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood,
The Great Wall is my raised arm
Mount Tai is the heel I stand on
I am Chinese
My ancestors were the first to walk out of the forest
My ancestors were the first to start farming
I am a descendant of the compass and printing
I am a descendant of pi and the seismograph.
In my nation
There are not only those who are immortal in history
Confucius, Sima Qian, Li Zicheng, Sun Yat-sen,
but also There are those who are immortal in the history of literature
Hua Mulan, Lin Daiyu, Sun Wukong, Lu Zhishen
I am proud that I am Chinese
I am Chinese
My rough voice, like the Yellow River,
not only resounds in the United Nations building
loudly expressing China's opinions
it also resounds in the Olympic Games On the field
Shouting "China scores" loudly
When the applause sends the Chinese flag into the blue sky,
I wish I was Chinese!
I am Chinese
My huge arms like the Great Wall,
not only drill the drill pipe of the oil production machine
Prophecy There is no oil in the center of the earth
Sending communication satellites to our ancestors
The white clouds we have never seen in our dreams
When the five oceans listen to the voice of the East At that time,
I am proud that I am Chinese.
I am Chinese
I am the descendant of the Mogao Grottoes murals,
Let the flying murals live with us.
I am Feitian,
Feitian is us.
I am proud to be Chinese.
"Long Live the Motherland"
Author --- Qu Zhi
Long Live the Motherland! Like chimes resounding throughout the sky
Every note is a thrilling spring thunder
Long live the motherland! The loudest praise
My eyes were full of tears
Long live the motherland! A chorus from five thousand years
As vivid and magnificent as the wind blowing wheat waves
Visit the grassland and watch the roaring eagles and wild geese parade
Walking into the mountains, Watch the scenery in the seasons reincarnate in the sound of wind and birds
The rising flag of the new century
Let me cheer and be intoxicated on the towering building
Look Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers
all have infinite beautiful scenery
Long live the motherland! What stands tall is the green mountain
What refuses to stay fixed is the green water
The immortality of the mountain has shaped the beauty of five thousand years
The flow of water flows out Five thousand years of prestige
In the festive fireworks
I am the burning and exploding flower bud
Long live the motherland! A long call
A magnificent praise
In the marching ranks of the people
I am a grain of wheat on the national emblem
On the flowers and green trees of the motherland
I am a flying Zigui
Long live the motherland! Long live the motherland
How many dynasties have gone away
A generation of genius has also been wiped out
The palace of God has collapsed
There is only the Great Wall Indestructible through the ages
Long live the motherland! Hymn in my life
Glory in my blood
In my life
All external things can be given up
The only one What cannot be given up
is my dear motherland
"Auspicious Motherland"
Author --- Anonymous
With the Yellow River and the Yangtze River
The pulsing motherland
With word cards and bronzes
The shining motherland
Walking under the bright red of the rising sun
Enter my eyes and blood
I know
I have a lot to say at the moment
But my throat speaks in four words
A sound
Auspicious motherland
Auspicious motherland
I know
My motherland
has given me the color of my skin Logo
I know
There are many skin colors similar to yellow skin
But I still love
The motherland that gave me my skin color
I know that my motherland has had its glory
it has also had its humiliation
I know
Being born in the twentieth century It's a blessing
I can listen
The great song of the nation
Mao Zedong
On the barren land
Light a spark
Deng Xiaoping
Enlarge the nation’s gaze
Let the motherland walk through the miracle of the century
My blessings
The auspicious motherland
I wish
the auspicious motherland
This is a boiling motherland
Winter cannot Close her throat
This is a rising motherland
Nothing can stop her steps
This is a motherland that will never fall
When the century-old flood
and the Southeast Asian storm hit
The disaster became more serious
The confidence became more magnificent
This is a new motherland
Facing the new century
China with knowledge economy
I have many words in my heart
To There are so many things to say
The most beautiful sentence is
Good luck to the motherland
Good luck
Cheers to the Motherland
"Written to You, My Motherland"
Author---Wu Min
Written to You, My Motherland - In the 20th On the eve of the first dawn of the first century
Written to you, my motherland
When the sun of tomorrow
The red earth rises slowly
Moments on the Eastern Horizon
My first fervent call
My first pious blessing
My eyes are burning The first tear
The first fire rolling in my chest
I firmly believe that it will be even more powerful
It is still for these two Chinese characters
——"Motherland"!
Written to you, my motherland
I often think——
It was my parents who gave me strong flesh and blood
It is the motherland Gave me a full mind
Therefore, I was able to rely on this
——Strong and full poetry
On flowers, grasslands, rivers, mountains and rivers
Between the emperor and the sky -
and live vividly and passionately...
Written to you, my motherland
In the second On the eve of the first dawn of the eleventh century
I would like to write to you, my motherland, in the name of a young Chinese poet
——For my life
How much I desire
to devote all my efforts, my talents
and my Everything——
can write you a
the most magnificent and magnificent poem in the new millennium
! ——
About your strength
About your revival
About your rise
……
Written to you, my motherland
Poems and songs for you——
Strength, revival, rise
——How I long for
Can use such words
Can use such pride
Can use such style
With five thousand years of savings and brewing , Poem for consideration
——
Written to you, my motherland
......
My key to China is lost 》
Author --- Liang Xiaobin
China, I lost my key.
That was more than ten years ago,
I ran wildly along the red street,
I ran to the wilderness in the suburbs and screamed for joy,
Later,
I lost my key.
Soul, suffering soul,
I don’t want to wander anymore,
I want to go home,
Open the drawer and look through it Looking through the pictures of my childhood,
also took a look at the
green clover sandwiched in the pages of the book.
Moreover,
I also want to open the bookcase,
take out a copy of "The Ballads of Heine"
I want to go on a date,
I raised this book to her,
as a signal of my love to the blue sky.
All of this,
None of this wonderful thing can be done,
China, my key is lost.
It started to rain again.
My key,
Where are you lying?
I think the wind and rain have corroded you,
You are already rusty.
No, I don’t think so,
I will search tenaciously,
I hope to find you again.
Sun,
Have you seen my key?
May your light,
shine warmly for it.
I am walking in this vast field,
I am searching along the footsteps of my soul,
All that is lost,
I'm thinking hard.
October in the motherland
O motherland! This poetic name permeates every season of your life
It is a white dove under the blue sky
Wake up the first morning of October
Ah! Motherland, I love you too deeply and for too long...
October! My motherland
Please give me a torch
I will follow your footsteps
Let every dream drip with sweetness
Let all the singing voices be filled with golden notes
On your day——
Please spread the colorful clouds all over the sky for me
I I want to inject eternal vitality into your beautiful flowers
The first October is always like tears and falling flowers, full of echoes
***The songs of the Republic of China pass through your heart
Extending to the most passionate melody
In my heart you are not just a green island to rest
You are a flower for me to step on. The red clouds rising to the rhythm
No matter the mountains, rivers, valleys, fields, trails, and blue seas
Countless failures and successes make October fuller
Ah! Motherland...
Who wears the crown of October?
On the first morning of October in front of Tiananmen Square
I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the sound of harvest drums
I recalled the white marble sculptures The voice of history
Thoughts have changed
Flying clouds
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers
How can I not cultivate my beautiful character and ethics? ? !
The rising October has already seen thousands of sails racing
And my singing about my motherland
transforms into a flock of soaring white doves
The vibrations are endless
The vibrations are endless...