Ask the great god to write a red poem for temporary reading (seeking originality)

I stood on the high mountain and shouted

I stood on the high mountain and shouted

My dear motherland, where are you?

The mountains are majestic and choppy.

The majestic voice responded to me.

The motherland is in your heart and at your feet.

I stood on the high mountain and shouted:

My happiness, where are you?

Birds fly and the drizzle is silent.

The warm voice answered me.

Happiness is here, and happiness is in the motherland.

Whenever I feel weak.

I think of my motherland.

Deep in the forest and grassland

In the desert and snow-capped mountains

On the high mountains and plains

The great producer of * * *,

Lead us through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Lead us to create a better tomorrow!

I shouted on the high mountain: motherland, you are in my heart! !

what do you think? .