I walk on your land, with the steps you gave me.
I swam in your river, and I used the memory you gave me.
I don't use words in my country.
Open your eyes. It's all your face. Listen attentively, it's all your voice.
Morning is the morning of Song Ci, and dusk is the dusk of Tang Poetry.
The rain lane is the rain lane of Chu, and the wind and waves are the wind and waves of Saibei.
Standing up is the ancient Xuanyuan tree and the Great Wall.
It is also the site of indomitable spirit and generations.
You are a mother, I don't need to express my gratitude.
You are a lover, which makes me feel warm.
I read.
The philosophy of ancient Greece, the theory of France, the lawn of the White House, the masonry of Red Square.
Marx's beard Edison's lamp Whitman's straw hat Jehovah's finger
Cann't change it
My body is the body of China people.
My ancestors and family breathed the air of China and drank the sweet spring of China.
My veins are filled with the wisdom of Confucius, the grief and indignation of Qu Yuan and the justice of Wen Tianxiang.
We spin cotton.
We grow rice.
We trawled for fish.
Generation after generation died of old age on any mountain you choose.
Stroll on any of your lawns.
Cry, like falling in love with handsome men, singing and running.
Write a letter and date and spend the four seasons in the shadow of your ancestors.
Chinese history
Pain is the pain of China people.
Shame is the shame of China people.
Chinese culture
A dictionary is a national dictionary.
Idiom is an idiom of China.
We draw ink on rice paper and paint on porcelain.
Entertain guests with tea
Exchange kindness for kindness.
Call for peace with peace
Bearing is our ancient allusion.
The people are our eternal heroes.
War or construction
Disappeared in front of you
Ruined the glory
The Yellow River will never dry up.
Mount Tai no longer has a faint mark.
When life is like a meteor in your history.
I will give you all my love.
My motherland doesn't need words! The birds are back.
One, two, one group, one chunk.
They pierce the skin of dawn with their sharp mouths.
On the branches, on the grass, on the rock peak.
Clean feathers, flap your wings and wash your face with dew.
They are not in a hurry to find food and learn to enjoy life.
Let's sing a song first and play a "Good Day".
The day lilies are in bloom and the water lilies are awake.
The train paraded through the village.
A Le Baron Rouge is floating behind a toddler.
The old man happily ran to the morning sun on a mountain bike.
In the song of birds, a couple was surrounded by people and walked towards the blue sea.
The arm of the city
In this dear land, the city has grown many arms.
It's getting higher and higher
Hold the sun and see the sun through the clouds.
The more you look up, the vast and magnificent land.
When my thoughts are swaying, I have a happy paddle to paddle the blue waves.
You see, the scales are getting closer and closer, and you hear the conch singing.
Hear the sound of sailors knocking on the boatswain and the rhythm of the waves beating on the coast.
The more you look up, the more you can see the flowers on the edge of the motherland, and the envious eyes are cast from other places.
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up.
《2008》
Near, near, footsteps outside the door.
Looking forward to how many years, how many vicissitudes.
It is not a dream that the sacred torch is lit on the land of China.
Not extravagant hopes.
Come on, look at this passionate land, proud land
She is full of wisdom, hardworking, brave, kind and harmonious.
She loves peace and gives sympathy.
Listen to her voice: "mutual respect for sovereignty and territorial integrity, mutual non-aggression, non-interference in each other's internal affairs, equality and mutual benefit, and peaceful coexistence."
Near the gate, the Yangtze River has opened and the Yellow River has hit the sky in XiaoLon.
A sacred torch is about to ignite its light.