Long live the motherland! Like a bell ringing in the sky.
Every note is a thrilling spring thunder.
Long live the motherland! The loudest compliment
Let me cry.
Long live the motherland! Chorus for five thousand years.
As vivid and magnificent as the wind blowing the wheat waves
Visit the grassland and watch the eagle and goose parade.
Walk into the mountains and watch the scenery in the seasonal cycle in the wind and bird songs.
The flag of the new century rises in Ran Ran.
Let me cheer and revel in the towering buildings.
Look at Wan.
There are infinitely beautiful scenery.
Long live the motherland! Standing tall is the green hill.
It's the green water that refuses to take a firm side.
The immortality of the mountain has shaped the magnificent scenery of 5000 years.
The water has lost its prestige for 5,000 years.
In the fireworks of the festival
I am the bud of burning and explosion.
Long live the motherland! long distance call
Wonderful compliment
In the ranks of people
I am a wheat on the national emblem.
On the flowers and green trees of the motherland
I'm a flight planner.
Long live the motherland! Long live the motherland!
How many dynasties have you experienced?
A generation of tianjiao is gone.
God's palace collapsed.
Only the Great Wall of Wan Li will never die.
Long live the motherland! A hymn of my life
The light in my blood
In my life,
Everything outside can be given up.
The only thing I can't give up
This is my dear motherland.
homeland
Two thousand years of tyranny is too long.
A hundred years of humiliation is too heavy.
Silent children of the sleeping motherland
With the loud singing of "Dongfanghong"
Wave goodbye to gloomy history
Hold a sword, carry a gun and drive a gun.
A thousand years of anger
Burst into a blazing flame
Burn feudal rule.
Burned the power of the East and the West.
The blood of thousands of people
The national flag in front of Tiananmen Square turned red.
1978
The spring breeze spreads from Beijing.
Melted the ice and snow in Harbin.
Blowing clouds that warm the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
Blowing green the desert at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.
Blow away the spring tide in Nansha Islands.
The factory is full of cars like running water.
High-rise buildings have sprung up.
Steamed bread and rice replaced Wowotou.
Vegetarian seafood was replaced by salted radish.
The dirt road is paved with asphalt.
Jet hunting glory
Meet 1997, Lelai China.
Anbaili returned to her wandering home.
Song of the Seven Sons Crys for Mother.
Sing 1999 the return of the motherland
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There is no autumn wind in the dream.
Laugh with tears.
A quiet and leisurely night
Little by little memories.
Throughout the history of 5000 years.
It's dawn Watch the road ahead.
Step on it calmly
Without a word.
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