Wu Jingan: Once, in front of the archway in Chinatown, an old overseas Chinese from my hometown Hippo Chef asked me what my motherland was.
Liu Jin: Once on the beach in Yalong Bay, a child picking up shells asked me, what is my motherland?
Weizi: A soldier who just joined the army once asked me, what is my motherland?
Bao Guoan: What is the motherland? It is the spring rain, the new green in the south of the Yangtze River and the richness in the north.
Wu Jingan: The opening and rising of coastal areas is the clarion call for the development of the central and western regions.
Liu Jin: What is the motherland? It is the laughter of the majestic Three Gorges Dam West-East Gas Transmission Project and the warm South-to-North Water Transfer Project.
Weizi: It was Gesanghua who opened the Qinghai-Tibet Railway and crossed the roof of the earth.
Bao Guoan: The motherland is a peace report of the Space City from space.
Wu Jingan: The motherland is the perfect ending of Hong Kong and Macao's century-old dream.
Liu Jin: The motherland is the green grass in full bloom in the new area after the disaster.
Weizi: The motherland is the hall of honor for the human Olympic Games, the magical bird's nest in Beijing.
Bao Guoan: At this moment, I want to walk off the stage with you and walk to Shili Long Street.
Looking back at the monument in the National Day parade in 2009, let all the glorious words.
Shine forever in the immortal interpretation of the founders of New China.
Wu Jingan: I want to wait with you in front of the Great Hall. I will never forget the indomitable marble columns and the blooming steps.
Calm down, count the achievements of being the master of the country, and taste the pride of a citizen.
Liu Jin: I want to decorate the watch next to Jinshui Bridge with gears of years and harvested wheat ears.
Let the sweat of generations of builders shed a gorgeous spring tide in the military parade.
Weizi: I want to decorate the night sky with fireworks and wait with you.
The five-star red flag rises in Ran Ran in the morning light of October in Ran Ran, and the vision of 60 years ago starts from here.
Into a beautiful and charming China.
Bao Guoan: Come on, friends, what are you waiting for? Tonight, now.
Let's congratulate our mother on her birthday.
Wu Jingan: I saw your happy birthday song and the cake full of blessings.
Liu Jin: I saw your glass held high in the hearty laughter.
Weizi: I saw your busy footsteps running in the small courtyard hutongs and urban and rural streets covered with national flags.
Bao Guoan: I saw the latest content on your website-China Red.
Wu Jingan: I see that you are on your way back to China. You should convey the ideas of overseas travelers on time.
Liu Jin: I saw colorful balloons in the hands of old people and children.
Weizi: I see, I see. The whole China is eagerly waiting for the great moment tonight.
Bao Guoan: If someone asks me what my motherland is today, I will tell him that my motherland is the most dazzling development coordinate on earth.
Wu Jingan: I will tell him that the motherland is the most beautiful smile in the East.
Liu Jin: I will also tell him that the motherland is 9.6 million square kilometers plus/kloc-0.3 billion China people's surging heartbeat.
Weizi: My motherland is my life!
Bao Guoan: All I have!
Wu Jingan: My struggle!
Liu Jin: My happiness!
Weizi: My pride!
Bao Guoan: I've always wanted to tell you about my motherland.
Wu Jingan: This sentence, no matter what happens, no matter what happens, is like an eternal fire.
The heat in our hearts burns in our blood.
Liu Jin: We said this sentence yesterday, today and tomorrow, and it will be said forever from generation to generation.
Weizi: This is long live the motherland.
(Sihe): long live the motherland!
Long live the motherland!
Long live the motherland!