A poem praising the motherland

1. My motherland, with towering peaks, overlooks the storms of history, and in the twilight, lets the clouds pass by. The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.

Second, my motherland, the river is rushing, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves hit the canyon, which has caused many ups and downs of fate.

A little poem praising the motherland

Three, my motherland, vast in territory and abundant in natural resources, with beautiful scenery, has nurtured splendid traditional culture. There is a sunset in the desert, the moon is drunk with lotus flowers, and how many splendid civilizations are shining on the vast land.

Four, my motherland, the people are hardworking, 56 ethnic groups love each other, the oriental charm is wonderful, and the humanistic customs are romantic. There are many beautiful and moving legends circulating throughout the ages.

This is my beloved motherland.