I am the worn-out old waterwheel by your river
I have been spinning tired songs for hundreds of years
I am the miner's lamp blackened on your forehead
I am groping in the tunnel of history
I am the withered ear of rice; It's the disrepair roadbed
it's the barge on the silt beach
Pulling the rope deep into your shoulder
-motherland!
I'm poor
I'm sad
I'm your bitter hope for generations
I'm a flower that hasn't fallen to the ground for thousands of years
-my motherland
I'm your brand-new ideal
I just broke free from the spider web of myth
. The red dawn
is spreading
-motherland
I am one billionth of you
the sum of your 9.6 million square meters
You have fed me
confused me, thoughtful me, boiling me
from my flesh and blood
. Your freedom
-motherland
My dear motherland, I'm proud of you (poetry)
Be a majestic huabiao,
Let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn,
Be a majestic Tiananmen Square,
Let the wind and cloud greet the rising sun.
In the ear of history,
there came the rumbling echo of the salute,
the overwhelming echo,
the echo of the vicissitudes of China.
A giant overlooks the world.
The loud voice is heard by the whole world.
The Chinese people * * * and the Republic of China have been established!
When the first five-star red flag, Ran Ran, was raised,
the flag of victory,
fluttered in the wind in Lang Lang's sky,
the people raised their heads,
the whole world saw it,
the people of China stood up from now on!
This history embodies grandeur.
The October sunshine is painted heartily.
This momentum is impassioned.
A monument stands in the east of the world.
In a glorious era,
with vigorous hands,
wrote a brilliant chapter of New China,
and the people proudly pointed out the country.
The suffering mother,
wiped away the tears from her eyes,
showed her inner joy and rejoiced heartily,
The motherland bravely moved towards prosperity and strength.
eulogize our history,
there is a myth that Pangu created the world,
generate shines with life.
eulogize our history,
there are four great inventions,
spread in this barren land.
eulogize our history,
with the enlightenment of Laozi and Confucius,
the flame of thousands of years of civilization illuminates us.
Eulogize our history.
Silk porcelain has traveled across oceans.
Everyone knows that it came from our hometown.
eulogize our history.
out of the wolf smoke,
the mighty array of terracotta warriors and horses.
Eulogize our history,
It stands in majesty,
The strength of Wan Li Great Wall.
......
Eulogize our history,
a land that is thousands of years old,
how many tragic stories have been left behind,
The hat of the century-old shame of the sick man of East Asia,
was finally thrown into the Pacific Ocean by us,
We realized our dream of reorganizing the rivers and mountains.
fifty-four spring and autumn periods,
the splendid land is full of spirits.
Fifty-four Spring and Autumn Periods,
The landscape is picturesque and poetic.
Fifty-four spring and autumn years,
The roaring iron oxen combed the voice of the fields,
and turned out the joy and singing of harvest.
In the 54th Spring and Autumn Period,
the oil-poor land arched the backbone of steel, and
the oil derrick stood in the sea of sand.
In the fifty-four spring and autumn periods,
rainbows crossed the Yangtze River,
The majestic Three Gorges Dam was locked for thousands of miles.
Fifty-four spring and autumn,
Red clouds of "two bombs" pierced the sky, and
satellites traveled in space.
In the 54th Spring and Autumn Period,
the people's army was mighty and majestic, and
it was an iron wall to defend the motherland.
In the 54th Spring and Autumn Period,
the people harnessed the spring breeze of reform and
realized the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.
......
Spanning our future,
In this sacred land,
Bo sends out the power to shock the world,
Glory and pride glow with brilliant radiance.
Motherland,
I'm proud of you.
The splendid culture of the Chinese nation,
merged into the long river of history,
will always stir in my chest.
Motherland,
I'm proud of you.
On the wonderful and magical land,
the hope of soaring has sprouted again.
The giant pen of history will paint your glory in the new century!
October of the motherland (ode to the motherland)
Motherland! This poetic name
permeates every season of yours
It's the white dove who wakes up the first morning in October under the blue sky
! Motherland, I love you for too long ...
October! My motherland
Please give me a torch
I will follow in your footsteps
Let every dream drip with sweetness
Let all the voices be covered with golden notes
Come to your day-
Please spread the colorful clouds all over the sky for me
I want to make a difference for you. The sound of harmony goes through your heart
and extends to the most passionate melody
In my heart, you are not only a green island to rest
You are a red cloud for me to step on the beat
No matter mountains, valleys, fields, paths and the sea, countless failures and successes have made October more full
. Motherland ...
Who is wearing the crown in October?
On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square,
I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus fragrans and the sound of harvest drums
I recalled the historical voices carved on white marble
My thoughts have changed
The flying clouds
The mountains and rivers of Wan Li
How can I not edify my beautiful character and integrity? !
The rising October has been contested in Qian Fan
And my singing, My Motherland
has turned into a group of high-flying doves
vibrating
vibrating ...