1, me and my motherland-dedicated to the 60th anniversary of the National Day. When the first morning light in the east was smeared with red and green slopes, the melody of Dongfanghong warmed my tender heart and bathed in the morning sun. I said loudly in Lang Lang's reading-my motherland and I are postmen, knocking gently on the door knocker, and the farmhouse is filled with cheerful spring scenery. Thin admission notice flows through a pair of rough hands, full of fathers. Tears in my eyes stare at the towering green hills. I am grateful to say that my motherland and I are carrying out the banner of sickle and axe, and countless martyrs' faces are passing through my mind-I solemnly say for the sake of * *-when the Wenchuan earthquake shook the mountains and rivers of China, the sky in China passed by with painful electric waves, and the five-star red flag slowly dropped by half, but I firmly say-my motherland and I slipped through the window quietly in 60 years of wind and rain, from two bombs and one star to Zhai Zhigang's. Wave after wave in the Gulf of Aden is unforgettable. The first five-star red flag raised in Tiananmen Square is unforgettable. I am proud to say that the voice of the chief designer during his southern tour entrusted me-my country and me # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # Author: Wang Huairang, among countless blue eyes and brown eyes, I have a pair of black eyes like jewels. I am proud, I come from China! In countless white skin and black skin, I have yellow skin like the earth, I am proud, I come from China! I come from China-the Loess Plateau is my chest, and the flowing water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood; The Great Wall is my raised arm, and Mount Tai is my heel. I come from China. My ancestors walked out of the forest first, and my ancestors started farming first. I am a descendant of compass and printing, and I am a descendant of pi and seismograph. In my nation, there are not only immortal Confucius, Sima Qian, Li Zicheng and Sun Yat-sen in history, but also immortal Mulan, Lin Daiyu, the Monkey King and Lu in the history of literature. I am proud that I am from China! I come from China, and my voice, as thick as the Yellow River, is ringing not only in the United Nations building, but also in the Olympic Stadium, shouting "China scores". When applause sent the national flag of China to the blue sky, I wish I was from China! I come from China, and my big arm, like the Great Wall, not only drilled the drill pipe of the pumping unit into the center of the earth, but also sent the communication satellite to the white clouds that our ancestors never dreamed of. When all corners of the country listen to the voice of the East, I am proud that I am from China. I come from China. I am a descendant of the murals in Mogao Grottoes. Let the flying murals be with us. I'm Tian Fei, and Tian Fei is us. I am proud, I come from China! # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # A season kisses the sunset, and the afterglow overflows with love. Gentle eyes look at the fields, peaceful and enthusiastic, and fly to poetry. Listening to the Yellow River gurgling with countless sufferings, the historical view of river sand and heavy accumulation, how many memories have been destroyed? Your old face, the hardships of childhood left an indelible mark, and you fought for half a century in wind, frost, rain and snow. Five thousand years of civilization is gone. The long river of history is rolling the strings of the heroic waves of the past, singing today's brilliant melody # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # You are full of vigor and vitality. You have suffered and laughed. After rough times, tomorrow will be better. Over the past 58 years, you have undergone earth-shaking changes, your people have become richer and stronger, and your national strength has become stronger and stronger. You have United the hearts of Chinese people all over the world! You have won the respect of the world. Now you are working hard and entering the new century. Today, in this festive festival, I sincerely say to you, hello, motherland! # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # Author: After the death of Kang Langying [Dai], our life was worse than cattle. The grain collected falls to the landlord's house; Chicken cages made of iron can't keep live chickens; The ducks in the pond were beaten into birds by the old yellow dog. Menghai is desolate everywhere, the broad dams are covered with weeds, the roads are crowded with tigers and leopards, the fields are uncultivated, and the stockyards are as cold as cemeteries. The life of the poor is like a yellow thatch, and the Lord is burning a sinful fire, eager to burn it. Chairman Mao's brilliance shines on the frontier, and people of all ethnic groups are liberated. Our Menghai is no longer dim, but as bright as a star. The poor got land and tea gardens, and their hearts were as warm as quilts in the cold winter. People built the motherland with labor, and women also walked out of the bamboo building. The party is our eyes and direction, and every village has embarked on the road of cooperation, just like thousands of peacocks, spreading their golden wings and flying towards socialism. Ghosts and ghosts have been driven away, and thousands of barren tea gardens have sprouted and tall factories have been built. The new buildings in the dam are like blooming lotus flowers, and the roads are like newly woven fishing nets. The beginning of our happiness, our sacred festival, the great National Day has arrived. We will spread a layer of gold on the field to welcome the harvest and harvest grain the size of eggs. We will sew a brocade for Dashan and greet them with thousands of tons of cotton and thousands of tons of tea. Follow-up: Eh, please get shorter and shorter. Answer: You can choose a short one. There is a short supplement: I just choose a few for you.
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