A young sailor who traveled around the world once asked me what my motherland was. Once in front of the archway in Chinatown, an old overseas Chinese who had lived in Zizi for a long time asked me, what is my motherland? Once on the beach in Yalong Bay, a child picking up shells asked me, what is my motherland? A soldier who just joined the army once asked me, what is my motherland? What is the motherland? It is the spring rain, the new green in the south of the Yangtze River, the abundance in the north, and the clarion call for the development of the central and western regions. What is the motherland? It is the majestic Three Gorges Dam, the warmth of the South-to-North Water Diversion Project, the heartfelt greetings from the Qinghai-Tibet Railway in Ge Sang to the top of the earth, the perfect ending of the century-old dream of Hong Kong and Macao returning to the motherland, the beautiful flowers and green grass in the new area after the disaster, and the magical Beijing Bird's Nest in the hall of human Olympic honor. At this moment, I want to walk off the stage with you and go to Shili Avenue in 2009. Looking back at the monument in the parade, all glorious words will shine forever in the immortal interpretation of the founder of New China. I want to wait with you in front of the Great Hall. I will never forget it. I will calm down and count the achievements of being the master of my own house. I want to taste the pride of a citizen. I want to use the gear of time and the wheat ears harvested with you to decorate the China watch beside Jinshui Bridge, so that the sweat of builders from generation to generation will overflow the parade ground. I want to decorate the night sky with fireworks with you, waiting for the five-star red flag to rise in Zhao Hui in October. The dream of starting from here 60 years ago has turned into a picturesque enchanting China. Come on, friends, what are you waiting for? Now let's express our praise for the birthday of our motherland. I see you happy, I see you in the hearty laughter. Holding your glass high, I saw your busy footsteps running in the small courtyard hutongs and urban and rural streets covered with national flags. I saw the latest content on your website-China Red. I see you are on your way home, sending the thoughts of overseas travelers on time. I saw colorful balloons in the hands of old people and children conveying joy. I see all China are eagerly waiting for the great moment tonight. If someone asks my ancestors, I will tell them that the motherland is the most dazzling development coordinate on the earth. I will tell him that the motherland is the most beautiful smile in the East. I will also tell him that the motherland's 9.6 million square kilometers plus/kloc-0.3 billion China people's surging heartbeat. My motherland is my life, my whole, my struggle, my happiness and my pride. I've always wanted to tell you that no matter how things change, the motherland is like an eternal fire. Burning in our hearts, burning in our blood, we said yesterday, today and tomorrow, and we will say it forever from generation to generation. This is long live the motherland, long live the motherland, long live the motherland and long live the motherland! !