My motherland, high mountains and towering peaks overlook the history of wind and rain, and at dusk, the wind and clouds pass by. The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.
My motherland, the river is rushing, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves hit the canyon, which has experienced many ups and downs of fate.
My motherland is vast in territory and rich in natural resources, which has nurtured magnificent traditional culture and beautiful scenery. The sun sets in the desert, the moonlight is drunk with lotus flowers, and there are still many splendid civilizations shining on the vast land.
My motherland, with its industrious people, 56 caring nationalities, wonderful oriental charm and romantic humanistic customs, has many beautiful and moving legends that have been passed down through the ages.
This is my motherland, this is my beloved motherland.
I love you, motherland.
My ancient and young motherland,
I am a seedling in your vast land,
Swing in your warm and considerate arms,
I am a bird in your boundless sky,
Singing in your warm heart,
In my veins,
The surging waves of the Yellow River,
In my heart,
Blooming with civilized flowers,
The ideal in my heart,
Show it in the blue sky of the motherland.
The east of the world,
There is a magical and beautiful country,
The vast sea,
It's her broad mind,
Great wall,
Is her strong backbone,
Speaking of the Yellow River,
It's her rushing blood,
Qinghai-Tibet Plateau,
It's her stiff arm. ...
She-
It's my motherland.
Great People's Republic of China (PRC).
Poetry-I love the flowers of my motherland in October.
I love the flowers of my motherland in October,
She's smart,
Because she is in my heart.
There are 56 incense-
Ah, this fragrance is unforgettable in my heart for four seasons.
From the peach blossoms in the north in spring,
In the severe winter, the smell of rice and flowers in Hainan is fragrant.
From the mountain village of Fujian where litchi trees are full in summer,
In autumn, the grapes are ripe and the fruits in Turpan are full of fragrance. ...
Colorful flowers bloom every day,
Harvest is in sight,
Among these perfumes,
I saw the most beautiful sight-
Her snow white and green,
As beautiful as the clear sky at dawn,
Hope for the future ...