Poetry My People，My Country, the first part
I love my country.
Not only love her mountains and mountains,
I also love her youthful vitality.
I love my country.
Not only love her, she is vast.
Love her, too, never back down.
I love my country.
Like the neon of her bustling city
I like her quiet country.
I love my country.
Love her humble and courteous, neither supercilious nor supercilious.
Love her in the same boat, lead the singer.
I am a singer of my motherland.
Praise the "Eye of the Sky" and stand out from the crowd.
Sing a hymn to the "Blue Whale" and walk alone in the ocean.
Sing a hymn for Chang 'e for nine days.
Praise the "dragon" and waste time in the deep sea.
I am full of praise for "Made in China".
I eulogized her children's hard work.
I praised their inheritance in "Don't forget your initiative".
I praised their perseverance in remembering their mission.
I praised their indomitable enterprising spirit.
I sing about their indomitable feelings of home and country.
I sang a hymn loudly for my country.
I am willing to devote myself to water conservancy construction for my country.
May I grow wisdom under your guidance.
Become a promoter of water conservancy development.
May I pour out my enthusiasm under your nurturing.
Engraving the Monument of Water Achievements
May I sweat under your care.
Blow the horn of water conservancy revitalization
May I contribute my youth under your gaze.
I squandered my youth without regrets.
We are all the same.
Hard working and willing to work.
The same self-confidence and self-improvement
We are also making unremitting efforts for our Chinese dream.
I know we had a good time.
I know I silently explained my admiration for you in my post.
I know we have responsibilities on our shoulders.
* * * share a five thousand-year-old belief.
We are United as one.
Gather the strength of 6000 people.
We are United as one.
Is to realize the glory on the road to rejuvenation.
Listen, the horn of assembly has sounded.
You see, the flag of victory has been flying.
My water colleague.
Let's join hands to create a brilliant future for water affairs.
Renaissance is a sonorous song.
She has weathered the storm and persevered.
She harvested the fruits of a bumper harvest.
Enjoy the harvest.
Renaissance is a prosperous painting.
Damei rivers and mountains are rich and powerful.
People live and work in peace and contentment and work hard.
Fellow citizens of the motherland.
Let's move forward side by side.
Road to revival
We set sail.
Poetry My People，My Country, the second part
Ah, the motherland? My mother
I love you more and more!
More than a hundred years ago,
You were bullied by imperialist powers,
In rags, weak and poor.
New China was born? 70 glorious years,
You are ups and downs, thorns and thorns;
Forty years of reform and opening up,
You set things right, get rid of the old and innovate;
The party, forging ahead in the new era,
You have started a new journey in history;
Strategic position, far and far-reaching;
You are a child, and you are eager to move forward;
Throughout the country, fighting corruption and promoting honesty,
Good social atmosphere;
Do not forget your initiative mind, remember the mission,
The whole party is unanimous in reaching power and observing the scriptures.
Chinese sons and daughters have never given enough to others as they do today.
The land of China has never stopped being kind like today.
"Belt and Road" travels around the world.
"The fate of mankind is the same" is deeply rooted in the hearts of people all over the world.
Huawei 5G is popular all over the world.
Big data cloud computing is unparalleled;
Renaissance has traveled all over five continents.
"Wukong" and "Chang 'e" let the peers pass on word of mouth.
But? Small globe,
There are always a few flies.
They sow chaff and squint, catching the wind and catching the shadows;
The gladiator's arm is a car, trying to stop the great wheel of history;
Mayflies shaking trees will only leave a shameful laughing stock for the world.
These arrogant, arrogant and bullying people,
Became a loner in the world.
Ah, the motherland? My mother,
"Germany is not alone, there must be neighbors",
You come from far away, and you live in the past;
You crossed the heaven and latitude, shaking the ancient gold;
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Ah, the motherland? My mother,
I love you more and more!
The third part of My People，My Country's poetry
In spring, Jiangzhou enters the customs, and you can drive with you.
The white pony flew to Zhu Rong, and Wuniu was still in a daze.
The mountains are quiet and the morning is cold, and the earth is hot in May.
Today, I am Wu Lingren in Taoyuan, and the national flag is dyed red with the blood of martyrs.
I want to plant grass to serve my country, and neither my dog nor my horse dares to make meritorious deeds.
Live up to Xuanyuan's intention of further study, and Mount Tai will not collapse.
Longteng Wan Li for nine days, blood boiling over the Yellow River.
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, the Chinese dragon takes off.
1949, lightning shook the land, sea and sky.
People celebrate their 70th birthday, and Jade Bird brings good news.
The revival of Yanhuang shocked the whole world, and China revived East Asia.
In the 70 years since the reunification of Kyushu, the national luck has been better than Changqingsong.
The fourth part of My People，My Country's poetry
In the records of old geologists climbing mountains and wading,
As always, the compass points the way.
A wreath woven by youth.
Die in a melodious song
This mysterious and profound Daqing Mountain
Still haunts people.
The distant mountains are not because they are far away.
Let people linger.
It's like talking to a mountain.
Not because of the cycle of telling.
unforgettable
But the process.
Iron and blood, unlike cigarettes, are better than cigarettes.
The quality of casting is to imagine life.
Rhododendron-blooming mountains
How charming it is.
Let one color dominate the blooming season.
They bloom clearly.
One layer is on top of another, and one cluster is next to another.
Give birth to five colors
It seems to be presenting a wonderful life course.
The primitive power of the spiritual world
In the old geologist's never give up catalogue
The geological hammer with flat head and square mouth hits the top of the cave.
Loud notes
Chisel through hard rock.
Persistence in this spiritual world
Still ordinary and great
Ordinary is precisely because of silent dedication
The greater it is.
Like the ups and downs of life.
Not because of the ups and downs of the world.
Learn to be kind to each other every deserted night.
But a feeling.
Those bits and pieces of gathering, waves and sand
Gold-like behavior is creating brilliance.
Lonely and cold night in Daqingshan
What kind of persistence is it?
Let the will be tempered into steel in suffering.
Without hesitation
Still tenacious.
Or steel, indomitable spirit.
It's like the transformation from cocoon to butterfly in life.
A Qian Fan that crosses the wind and waves.
In the hard files of the old geologist
Dawn lit up the outline of the mining area through a magnifying glass.
Dawn blooms brilliantly
As time goes on, the stars will turn and move.
This rich and barren spiritual world
Remember the mission?
The task is glorious.
It is precisely because of its inheritance.
Like the sowing of seeds.
The soil is not barren and fertile.
But under the careful care of the sun and rain.
Suffering itself is not worthy of praise.
But the perseverance to overcome suffering and the quality of forging.
But it will last a lifetime.
A life of sleeping in the wind.
What kind of faith is it?
Let generations of geologists have no regrets.
In the process of painful and magnificent beauty
We understand that there is a power called simplicity.
There is a kind of pursuit of beauty called inner purity.
The mirror of time has changed the changes of life.
But it can't change the initial heart.
Can't change the youth and blood of a whole generation supported by spirit.
If time could be turned back
If life had a choice,
When they go back to their youth, they will still hold hammers.
On the boulder in the mountain canyon
No distractions, no flinching.
Let the torch of faith light up Qian Shan.
The fifth chapter of My People，My Country's poems
When the sun sets, golden dragons are hanging in the air.
At night, the full moon reflects the clear sky.
Leave at dusk and return to the moon,
The afterglow of the sunset glowed red.
Near the peak,
Flying arrows break the sky.
In front of magpies,
After the phoenix became dark, it became dumb.
Visit the Qinling Mountains again,
Look back in front of us.
It didn't rain on the mountain road.
It's sunny and cloudless.
Thousands of trees are dying,
A little green moistens the eyes.
Explore the watershed during the day,
Be a Brewmaster at night.
Looking at the Red Cliff of Mount Wan Ren,
Birds are frightened, apes are frightened.
The summit is still too short for the clouds.
The secluded path belongs to Xiaoqinchuan.
Crows make butterflies fly,
People don't return during the Qingming Festival.
It's not too early to climb the summit in the morning.
Drunk calls the stars back to the moon.
Ink clouds cover mountains and face cliffs.
The wind blew sand all over the sky.
In front of the waterfall,
The storm dispersed the dark clouds.
The greenery is getting stronger and the flowers are pitiful.
Bees are busy being drunken immortals.
As night falls, the sunset clouds disperse,
I can't sleep in the iron bed early at night.
The snow in the stream has not disappeared,
The mountain wind howls like a wolf.
Flying over the cloud path shows righteousness,
Look at this.