1, the motherland
Loving the motherland, just like loving the mother, is a blood-related relationship. The five-star red flag that was exchanged for blood, the heroic monuments filled with piety and admiration, and the national anthems that stirred people's hearts and inspired people always aroused my light.
I love-the song of a shepherd girl on the grassland, the smoke rising from a village in Shan Ye, the swaying figure of a vegetable market in the city, the sound of reading from a classroom under the blue sky, I love-the rice fields of crops plowed by cows, the night of the city illuminated by street lamps;
I miss my comrades-in-arms who work with my son, and the lovely children who are sucking their mothers' milk. I love the snow scene in the northern plains, the small bridges and flowing water on the peaks in southern Xinjiang, the patrol on the defense line there, and my first lover who rocks the boat in the pond.
My love is as drunk as drinking Moutai. Watching my sister paint porcelain, driving through the streets of the city, sticking to the wedding window of double happiness, standing in the crowd watching the warm fireworks and watching the singing and dancing celebrated in Beijing on TV on October 1 ST, I couldn't sleep all night. I can't help writing poems to express my feelings for the spring of this motherland.
2. In the middle of the corn field
In the middle of the cornfield, I was a young general, watching the red tassels flying around the ground and the green swords flying, and the fruits were hidden under the red tassels and the green swords, showing their teeth.
We can read their language. In ordinary days, there are no old friends, only the wind is blowing and the long hair of corn is blowing. In the middle of the corn field, we gained the strength to overcome tomorrow.
The corn leaves are still beating me, and the golden corn cob is rolling in boiling water. What a beautiful day, I thought of what a beautiful country in the middle of the cornfield, and the cornfield fell down on the map of the country. Countless battles and victories will shine on us forever.
3. "Teach me how not to think about her"
There are some clouds floating in the sky and some breezes blowing on the ground. Ah! The breeze blows my hair and teaches me how to miss her. Moonlight fell in love with the ocean, and the ocean fell in love with moonlight. Ah! How could I miss her on such a night as honey as silver? Flowers fall on the water and flow slowly, while fish swim slowly under the water.
Ah! Swallow, what did you say? Teach me how to miss her. Dead trees shake in the cold wind and wildfires burn in the dusk. Ah! There is still some light in the western paradise. Teach me how to miss her.