I love this land.
I love my motherland
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a crisp voice.
This land embraced by stars,
This forever rippling river of our youth,
This gentle wind blows quietly,
And the loud reading sound from the campus?
? Then I cried,
Even tears seeped into the land.
Why do I often cry?
Because I am proud of my motherland?
I love this land.
I love this era.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a loud voice:
This green wheat seedling is watered by the spring rain.
This river and ocean are formed by a trickle.
This huge ship that breaks the waves,
What about the sunrise slightly above sea level in the distance?
? I continued to open my eyes in surprise.
The ever-changing changes make me dizzying.
Why do I always want to fly?
Because I am willing to sail with this era.
I love this land.
If I were a bird.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing in a clear voice:
This yellow land with a splendid history of 5,000 years,
This always breeds happiness, pure rain and dew,
This evergreen tree is still tall and straight after the backlog of rain and snow.
And the dawn of the sun
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a loud voice:
The early spring morning played the music of life,
The deep sky adds some pleasant imagination,
The magnificent mountains and rivers turned into a happy sky?
Then,
Not far from Wan Li,
Spread your wings and run to the four sides of the motherland.
Why do I always fly?
Because I want to remember the whole picture of China.
I love this land.
I like this time.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a crisp voice,
This sunny campus,
This playground is always full of laughter.
This quiet and fresh wind,
And the sound of reading from the classroom?
Then I laughed.
Even laughter is integrated into the campus.
Why are my eyes always full of sadness?
Because junior high school is the end of junior high school?
I love this land.
I like this stream.
If I were a fish,
I also want to spit out a bunch of bubbles:
These discarded rubbish,
This crazy green duckweed is all over the stream.
This endless sewage is discharged into the stream,
There are fishermen who sigh helplessly?
? And then I died,
Even the scales are stained with oil.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this stream deeply?
I love this land.
I love this land.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing in a cheerful tone:
This land moistened by sunshine,
This ever-flowing river,
This warm wind full of flowers,
And the sound of reading from the campus?
? Then I laughed,
Even laughter penetrated into the earth.
Why do I smile so brightly?
Because I really love this land?
I love this land.
I love this land.
If I were a gust of wind,
I should also let my steps walk the line:
Seeing the earth decorated with green mountains and green waters,
Shuttling through this street full of laughter and laughter forever,
Kiss the bright red flag flying high,
Ordinary fireworks around urban and rural areas?
? Then I laughed,
Even the sound is spinning around the land of China.
Why are my steps so light?
Because I really love this land?
I love this land.
I love this life.
Yin Tianai
If I were a tree,
I also want to twist my waist and dance:
This body destroyed by the cold autumn wind,
This arm, which was hit by the ruthless autumn rain,
This finger, frozen by the cold autumn frost,
And the expected warm dawn next spring?
Then I germinated,
Even birds no longer sing on my head.
Why do I never give up hope,
Because I love this life so much?
I love this land.
I love this campus.
If I were a bird,
I also want to sing for congratulations with beautiful songs:
This campus where we sweat profusely,
This gives us a holy land of knowledge and happiness.
Here, we grow up together, together with crazy bits and pieces,
And the help and care from teachers and classmates?
? And then I fell in love with you,
Even he himself has integrated into this land.
Why is there a smile on my face
Because I love this congratulations?
I love this land.
I love this land.
If I were a bird,
I should also spread my wings in the field and wait and see:
This thriving crop,
This neat ridge,
This clear and sweet water,
With those playful partners?
? Then I flew to this busy field,
Even the feathers are cheering.
Why do you feel a little lost?
Because I've flown far?
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