Today is your birthday, my China. Hold a glass of drunkenness high, have a romantic date, have an ancient lotus seed spitting green, have a farewell performance on bamboo slips, have a legend on bronzes, wave a hand and invite the bright moon in the sky, and come to a wind that does not return to the river.
Peaks gather together, waves are angry, stormy waves roll up thousands of piles of snow, the sea roars and surges, but the heart is tied to the soul of the waves, seagulls flap their wings and pluck the strings of the sea, and the sudden call can no longer hold the surge in their hearts. In the era of gunfire, the years of blood and tears are the drums of anger, the cry buried in the bottom of my heart, the horn ahead, the indomitable battle, and the Great Wall that the people of China will never collapse. Through ups and downs, hardships and heavy costs, we survived. Listen, a voice said, "life, you are a fire, and you are a burning fire that will never go out." Burn all resentment, all indifference, all humiliation. The surging blood and trembling hearts in our bodies are shouting loudly: Our standing posture is the unyielding backbone of China people.
History cuts through the sky, and years record vicissitudes. The wind gently erased the sadness, and the flowers healed the scars. It is the blue sky that brings us into a beautiful picture. The ebb and flow of the tides have washed away yesterday, and the stars have shifted, calling for the strength of our youth. Since then, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and poems floating from the South China Sea have blown the two sides green, and high-rise buildings have sprung up. Leave traces of our kiss with the sun. Look at the highest point in the South Pole. Here are our footprints. Look at the snowy plum blossom forest in Saibei. Look at the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River and sail in your dreams.
Today is your birthday, my motherland, standing in the square surrounded by flowers. When the bell of the new century is ringing, the salute of the birth of New China is still ringing in our ears. I can't forget the charm of the people of China on the 50th National Day military parade, the bright five-star red flag rising in Ran Ran under the attention of hundreds of millions of people in China, and how brave we were when the olive favored son swaggered through Tiananmen Square in the new era, and the thoughtless flood in 1998. Is the most lovely person in our new era, who built the Great Wall of Steel with his youthful life. Defend national security to the death, they are our eternal pride. Success and frustration, pride and frustration, satisfaction and regret will all become the past. Your green space of youth bears the trees of the future, and the train of your life has embarked on a new journey. We will solemnly announce to the world that China is marching towards the new century with victory and surprise.
The autumn sun is like gold, and the wheat waves are rolling. On this golden day, all the hopes in our hearts are wide-eyed, watching the 2008 Olympic Games wave to us. We will meet new challenges with brand-new charm and show China's Olympic pride to the world.
The sound of the waves awakened the lion who had been sleeping for a hundred years. The red sun in generate in the new century holds up the dragon soaring in the east and roaring to the world. How many waves have flowed in Dajiangdong, and China, which has stood up, is heading for the prosperity of the world. In the opportunities and challenges of reform, leaders who carry forward the past and forge ahead are leading us to the world. The clarion call for the development of the western region has sounded, and the negotiation of China's accession to the WTO is drawing near. There are too many people who are arrogant in the country, and countless heroes are bent over. When the picture scroll of 2 1 century unfolds, we invite Hanwu, Qin Huang, to look at the achievements of two bombs and one satellite recorded on the science and technology monument, and then invite Song Zu, Tang Zong, to count the romantic life in China today. Standing on the stage of history, China is challenging the new century. Who will rule the dynasty in the new century?
1999 The dream is round, and the stars are so bright tonight. When the stars surround the source of the Yangtze River, when the life of youth is integrated into the music of peace, when bauhinia, Bai Lianhua and the flowers of the motherland are in full bloom, time begins here, and the dream love begins here. Let's tell the world that the unity of the country and the mountain is in the strait, and victory rises from here!
Today is your birthday, my motherland, the mountains are happy, and the water is happy. In the morning, I released a flock of white pigeons and brought you a golden ear of wheat. With the deep blessing of1300 million Chinese people, I wish you a bright new century with the story of youth and the melody of the world.