At this point, I am a shabby old waterwheel by your river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
At this point, put the string deep.
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful expectations.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
At this time, I just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
At this point, I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
At this time, your wealth, your glory and your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland
Suitable for boys to recite poems (2);
my motherland
Motherland, mother!
My beloved motherland,
At this time, just like bees can't live without flowers,
Children depend on their mother.
If you are the sea of Wang Yang,
I am a drop of water in your arms;
If I were a kite,
You are the kite string;
If you are the blue sky,
I am a happy bird.
At this point, yesterday, you have experienced vicissitudes and scars.
On this day, you are peaceful, prosperous and powerful.
In the future, you will be invincible.
The roaring Yellow River is your boiling blood.
The vast land is your broad mind.
The winding Great Wall is your immortal spirit.
Fifty-six nationalities are your loyal sons and daughters.
At this time of the motherland! My beloved motherland.
I am proud of the descendants of the dragon!
Suitable for boys to recite poems (3);
I like your jingling camel bells.
It is it that makes the Silk Road go back to ancient times.
I love your green grass buds.
It masks the desolation of the Gobi Desert.
I like your country flute.
At this time, it is it that scatters colorful notes in all directions.
I like the tall buildings in your city.
It is it that puts people's ideals in the sun.
I like the blue waves of the Yangtze River.
It played and sang the voices of 56 nationalities.
I love you, waves of the Yellow River.
Raised 654.38+300 million people.
I like the majesty of the Great Wall.
At this time, it is the backbone of China people.
Huangshan, I love you.
It shows the beauty and dignity of the motherland.
I love your broad-minded plateau.
It is it that reveals the courage of the people of China.
I like the density of your sugarcane forest.
At this time, it is sweet enough for hundreds of millions of people.
I like your open window.
It is it that makes the flower of politeness bloom.
I like your wave of reform.
It is it that takes off the hat of poverty and backwardness.
I like your clever mind.
It was it that won the gold medal for the four great inventions.
I love your hardworking hands.
It's for the modern motherland.
I love your great banner at this time.
It represents the direction of the people.
I like your colorful sails.
It is it that makes the ship of the century whistle and sail!
Motherland, I love you.
I like your Aoki grass show.
I like your birdsong and frog's singing.
I love your mountains and rivers.
I love your city, town and country.
I like your affair.
You love your beautiful sun.
Motherland, I love you.
You gave me life.
You gave me strength.
You give me the desire to plug in.
A pair of flying wings