Motherland, I love you.
I like your jingling camel bells.
It is it that makes the Silk Road go back to ancient times.
I love your green grass buds.
It masks the desolation of the Gobi Desert.
I like your country flute.
It is it that scatters colorful notes in all directions.
I like the tall buildings in your city.
It is it that puts people's ideals in the sun.
I like the blue waves of the Yangtze River.
It played and sang the voices of 56 nationalities.
I love you, waves of the Yellow River.
Raised 654.38+300 million people.
I like the majesty of the Great Wall.
It is the backbone of China people.
Huangshan, I love you.
It shows the beauty and dignity of the motherland.
I love your broad-minded plateau.
It is it that reveals the courage of the people of China.
I like the density of your sugarcane forest.
It is sweet to the hearts of hundreds of millions of people.
I like your open window.
It is it that makes the flower of civilization bloom.
I like your wave of reform.
It is it that takes off the hat of poverty and backwardness.
I like your clever mind.
It was it that won the gold medal for the four great inventions.
I love your hardworking hands.
It's for the modern motherland.
I like your great national flag.
It represents the direction of the people.
I like your colorful sails.
It is it that makes the ship of the century whistle and sail!
Motherland, I love you.
I like your Aoki grass show.
I like your birdsong and frog's singing.
I love your mountains and rivers.
I love your city, town and country.
I like your affair.
You love your beautiful sun.
Motherland, I love you.
You gave me life.
You gave me strength.
You give me the desire to plug in.
A pair of flying wings
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dandelion
Sunset, Xu Feng, Park Feng.
Xu Feng floating in the sunset, I don't know how long and how far he has gone.
With Honky's luggage on your back, you are drifting in the wind and wandering around the world.
You don't know where your home is or where the road is. You only know that there are your ideals in the distance.
Gone with the wind, in the ideal direction, follow your inner footsteps and pursue your yearning goals.
You believe that dreams are just ahead, where the sun rises.
Ah, that little white feather is stretching in the wind.
This is your flying wing, which carries much hope.
Memories and attachment to the earth, childhood innocence and dreams, distant hazy yearning.
..... get carried away, you're drunk.
When you wake up, you are still floating in the wind, between boundless heaven and earth.
Seems to be still carefree, carefree.
However, you are at a loss again. Is there really a dream ahead?
It's a long way. Where is your dream paradise?
You are wandering again, and your dream is still far away. Where is your home?
Fate tells you that the road is at your feet. But you can't help asking yourself where the road is.
You once believed that the place where the sun rises is the horizon of your life.
However, you clearly see that hope is so far away from yourself.
You want to entrust yourself to this vast and deep sky,
So carefree, but you can't, you can't give up your dream.
Wind, stop, give me some time to clear my mind; Wind, don't stop, don't leave me here, send me to my dream heaven.
Dandelion, you are so contradictory. What about your faith? What about your courage? When did you put them all in your backpack? Oh, listen to me. Only by crying, laughing and hesitating can we grow up. You see, where the sun rises in the distance, the sunset is still there, and your dream is still there. Fly, go and find your dream.
Since I chose the distance, I only care about hardships; Since the goal is the horizon, what is left to the world can only be the back.