Recite a little poem to praise the sentry:
I am a small grass,
Growing on the border of the motherland;
I am a boundary monument,
Guarding the borders of the motherland;
Motherland, mother,
Your children will always be sentinels made of steel.
You are still there,
Still not leaving,
The wind takes away your face,
The rain washes away your beauty.
You are still there,
Still not leaving,
Flowers bring you your fragrance,
Grass brings coolness and comfort .
You are still there,
Still not leaving,
You have never left,
Because the motherland needs you___
Slow sound spring
Facing the still chilly breeze
Not afraid of flowing
Nor the swaying of hay< /p>
And let the soul dry up
Whispering
The longing of a sentry
I felt it
This Season
He still looks up to the majestic shore of the mountain
He still watches over his mother's instructions
He firmly believes that he is like the pines and cypresses
Every season is his spring
The voice "That's me, that's me"
The affectionate call
Like the flowing spring water< /p>
Singing softly
Euphemistically
The isolated attachment to my mother
The voice of "That's me, that's me"
Soft feelings
Like the whimpering and distant sound of the flute
Quietly chanting
I hope for a light smoke in the blue sky Like white clouds
Sending a warm shirt to insulate my mother
The voice of "That's me, that's me"
The burning blood
Surging with a
Iron-hardened sentry
A heroic sentinel
The desire to be surrounded by a warm family atmosphere
Dear Sentinel
You are full of strength in melancholy
Revealing nobility in restraint
I turn your praise into gunpowder
Fireworks ready to burn
Please also ask me
Write your longing on the fireworks
Her blooming colors
< p>It will shine in the eyes of your loved onesIn her bursting spring thunder
There will be your voice: Mom
Resound throughout the land of the motherland