She has a splendid culture for thousands of years and is a rare pearl in the world. Although she is not as advanced as the United States, and even poor and backward, I will not dislike her because I grew up with her selfless love.
The towering Mount Everest tells us that people here have stood up; The fresh air tells us that there is no war here; The hearty laughter tells us that people here live and work in peace and contentment. This "Taoyuan Country" is my motherland-the people of China and China! She is vast in territory and abundant in resources, but insignificant because of her large population; She has a vast area, but most of it is useless because of the desert land; Although she has many big rivers, most of them are sediment deposits. But our descendants can read her history, her vicissitudes, her ups and downs and everything she left to future generations from the weathered soil.
We love our motherland, just as Yue Fei is loyal to serving the country. She is the root of China people, and prospers because of her contribution. Where there is a country, there is a home. I love my hometown as much as my motherland.
Hometown is the eternal scenery in my dream; Hometown is the most cherished item after leaving home; Old friends are the purest homesickness. When Master Xuanzang traveled, Emperor Taizong put a pinch of things from his hometown in the cup, telling him not to forget his hometown. Yes! There are many magnificent mountains and rivers in the motherland, but I only love my hometown, because it is the cradle of my growth, where everything goes deep into my heart, and I am anxious about the backwardness of my hometown; Be proud of the progress of my hometown; Worried about the future of my hometown. Even at the end of my life, I still want to hold a handful of hometown soil, a piece of hometown water and a piece of hometown leaves; They will be buried underground with me until the weathering is closely connected.
Although my hometown is beautiful, studying abroad is inevitable. Therefore, the campus has become a place of daily contact.
The campus is not as old as Tsinghua; Not as famous as Oxford; Not as luxurious as an aristocratic school. But I still love her because she gave me knowledge and the purest friendship. She told me what is beauty, what is good and what is evil.
I thrive under her influence, like a flower moistened by nectar, and I am cared for by the sun like a seedling under her care. But one day, we will leave the campus, leave this sacred land and go to the society, and I still miss my alma mater in my heart.
Love my motherland, my hometown and my campus! This is the praise of the heart, this is the song of the heart, and this is the call of the heart.