1, my land
This is an ordinary land.
Farming here for generations.
When we accept it,
The fragrant soil remains the same.
This used to be a wasteland.
Grandparents brought the seeds of hope.
Generations have multiplied to this day.
The residual rice fragrance lingers.
Later, corn began to spread.
We planted it beside the ridge of the field.
We tasted the sweetness of corn.
The smell is really unforgettable for us.
Some people began to abandon the monotonous rice.
Someone's field is full of corn.
Corn is more profitable than rice.
Many, many people abandoned rice.
Many, many people began to forget everything.
"Corn is what we should grow."
"This is our real wealth."
Beside the dragon, an elderly man.
Rubbing the stale soil in his hand, he said nothing.
No one knows that corn comes from far away.
Rice is our food.
They shout all day that this is our corn.
We must cultivate them well.
Rice, an old thing.
It shouldn't exist at all now
2. The land in my hometown
Simple and honest
Kindness and meekness
Sow the blood and sweat of our ancestors.
Grow up in the expectation of parents
Spring and autumn are full of hope.
Summer and winter are brewing sweet dreams.
Morning dew cooked the body.
The sunset intoxicated my face.
He Miao unwilling lonely nagging.
Telling the center of the earth
The earth licks its feet.
A person who looks down silently
A piece of land, the land of my hometown.
Turn the ground year after year.
If the moon and the sun sympathize with her
She will gain a lot.
There are many kinds of seeds on the land.
Repetition is their story.
A seed squeezed it desperately.
Face ridicule and numbness bravely and persistently.
Smile to meet the sun
Go to the outside world.
The smell is damp and dim.
Turn over the vicissitudes of the old soil
Accustomed to the wind and rain
Swallowed countless bitter tears.
Even if the bone is broken, the heart is broken.
We should also use roots to create a brand-new beauty.
The seeds will come back eventually.
Concerned about the land where he was raised.
I am so tired that I feel weak all over.
Take all the fruits.
He wants to use his life experience.
Awaken the dream of the future
The seeds germinated in my hometown again.
Raised generation after generation.
Land is the life of hometown people.
Hometown people keep their hearts here forever.
Wash your soul with mud since childhood.
After death, it became the closest attachment.
My land 3
Affectionate land
In spring
You gave the flowers beauty.
in autumn
You gave me good memories.
Spring flowers and autumn fruits-literary talent and moral integrity
This is your eternal love.
You put the world
Dressed up so beautifully
land
Affectionate land
You love the hard work of the tiller.
You cherish the sweat of the pioneers.
You will put the joy of harvest
To Schiller's people.
You will make mellow wine.
Share your beautiful melody
land
Good land
You are a great mother.
selfless dedication
Raise their children.
silent
Give your life energy.
land
You are very big.
broad-minded
Your intention is to tolerate everything.
4. I love this land
If I were a bird,
I also want to sing in a clear voice:
This high canyon flows from the Three Gorges Dam in Pinghu.
This can go to shenzhou spaceship for nine days.
This has witnessed China people's glory and dream of the Bird's Nest and Water Cube.
There are innocent smiling faces of children in Sichuan disaster areas. ......
Then, I cried,
Tears just fall quietly.
Why do I want to fly to the distant Tianfu in my dream?
Because I love this land deeply. ......
I love this land.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a clear voice:
This land illuminated by the sun,
This river that always ripples with our joy,
This quiet and fresh wind,
And the incomparable clear sound of books coming from the campus. ...
Then I laughed,
Even laughter penetrated into the earth.
Why is there always a smile in my eyes?
Because I love this land innocently ...
I love this campus.
If I were a grass,
I should also dance with my soft waist,
This campus decorated by Xia Guang,
This is always the cradle of young dreams.
This long figure is running actively,
There is also a faint book fragrance coming from the classroom ...
Then I withered,
Even leaves rot in the soil.
Why is there always a smile on my mouth?
Because I like this campus so much. ...
I love this land.
If I were a drop of jade dew
I also want to integrate this transparent body into:
This misty and rainy slender West Lake,
This Shangri-La always attracts our interest.
This fragrant hill with red leaves falling quietly,
And the simple Hagia Sophia in Little Paris in the East. ......
And then I got hooked,
Even eyes were fixed on the charming scene.
Why are my eyes always full of hope?
Because I love this land. ...
I like this music.
If I were a piano,
I should also play clear notes:
This kind of music that people will remember for a long time,
This staff that interprets the joys and sorrows of life,
This mysterious rest,
The "magic power" of music ...
Then I laughed,
Even laughter is integrated into the music.
Why do I often have a smile on my mouth?
Because I have liked this music for a long time. ...
I love this campus.
If I were a dandelion,
I should also dance in a light posture:
This campus full of knowledge,
Cheerful bells urging children to go to class,
This brand-new dynamic playground,
And the sound of reading from the classroom. ...
Then, I left,
Even dreams are flying in the wind in this campus.
Why am I always reluctant to leave?
Because I sincerely love this campus. ...
I love this campus.
If I were a flower,
I should also open a bright smile and bloom:
This campus is bathed in sunshine.
This forever youthful and energetic teacher,
The rich learning atmosphere of these students,
And a beautiful vision from the future. ...
Then, I thanked him,
Even the flower roots are left on campus.
Why do I often give off fragrance?
Because I love my campus …
I love this ocean.
If I were a petrel,
I should also sing with a loud voice:
The ocean formed by these tens of millions of rivers,
This always stirs up the fluctuation of our blood,
This ideal pearl is conceived in a shell,
Free white clouds in the sky ...
Even flying is so comfortable and powerful.
Why does my heart often contain joy?
Because I love this ocean so much.
5. Love songs of the land
Embracing the sunset, my eyes rustle.
Semi-river red, affectionate wind touch
Willow, a gently kissed.
Riding horses in this season
Piccolo blows fallen leaves into seeds.
Dance, end
Deep in the blood of the land
Wind and water are rippling.
Get rid of vigorous steps, get rid of
Layers of furrows are strewn at random
There is a walking stick on the old man's forehead.
The returning birds sang until the moon rose and set.
Sporadic sparks of dry smoke
Ignite the night countless times
I rely on reliable tips,
Stride like a meteor, singing the love song of the land.
Walk towards the rainbow like the back
It rains over and over again, and the sky is full of blessings.
Moistened the distant eyes.
Hanging above the clouds,
Is the eternal sunshine.