I love my motherland composition: I love you, my motherland
My motherland, you are the rooster that holds its head high-----awakening the silence of dawn, You are the dragon soaring into the sky - controlling the storm of the times, you are the majestic lion - the majestic wind dancing in China, you are the origin of human wisdom - igniting the spark of civilization. You have a sacred name, that is China! I love you, my motherland!
I love the mountains of my motherland. The mountains are towering, and the majestic peaks overlook the wind and rain of history. The dusk is vast, letting the wind and clouds pass by.
The solid back has withstood hundreds of millions of years of vicissitudes of life.
I love the water of my motherland. The river is surging, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, the rapids rush forward, washing away the filth of centuries, and the stormy waves crash into the canyon, causing many bumps in fate.
I love the culture of my motherland. Along the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, drift down, from the riverside where "Kandan is good" in the "Book of Songs", to the Chu River and Han Dynasty in "Historical Records" where "gold war and iron horses"; from Li Daoyuan's "Shui Jing Zhu" ", to Su Dongpo's "The Great River Goes East", I saw the pulsating motherland of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau; I saw the motherland with the undulating loess slopes; I saw the vast fireworks, the thousands of sails competing, and the hundreds of boats competing for the current; I saw the leaping peaks and the galloping plains, The motherland of the Yangtze River. On the bells and tripods covered with oracle bones, read the spirituality of the motherland's childhood; on the Great Wall covered with beacons, read the boldness of the motherland's youth; on the land covered with poetry and science, read the maturity of the motherland's prime...< /p>
I love the people of my motherland. We take the bunch of wild flowers in Qu Qiubai's hand; the poverty in Fang Zhimin's body; the grass roots in Yang Jingyu's belly; the patch on Liu Zhidan's chest; the oil lamp in front of Jiao Yulu's window; the traces left on Kong Fansen's snowfield. The string of footprints you left sings of your tenacity and tenacity, as well as your soul and spirit. Whether it was the floods in 1998 or the SARS in 2004; whether it was the rain and snow in the spring or the earthquake in Sichuan... these all reflect the unity and determination of our Chinese nation, not afraid of difficulties, tenacious struggle, perseverance and courage. Fighting spirit. It is precisely because of these spirits that we have gotten rid of the "sick man of East Asia" and become the "Invincible East". In the 2008 Beijing Olympics, we once again proved to the world with our proud results that we, China, are no longer a country that can be easily bullied, and China is no longer a piece of fat that can be slaughtered in the eyes of others. Nowadays, when foreigners talk about the Chinese, they all give a thumbs up and praise: "The Chinese are amazing!"
This is my motherland, and this is the motherland that I deeply love. I love your long and splendid history, I love the flowers on every inch of your land, I love your beautiful and magnificent rivers and mountains, I love your people’s tenacity, perseverance and lovely motherland, you hold the rudder of the new century, you Use speed and strength to create miracles that shock the world. With your hard work and wisdom, you have carried out another more brilliant development! .
I love you, my motherland!