Urgent! A song or poem that praises the surveying industry! .

Thank you!

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 where life and death are parted

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< /p>

My motherland...

You are not just a map

a map shaped like a rooster

It is not just 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< /p>

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 dust

My motherland...