Praise the flag-raising dedication of the motherland

Take the baton of history and shoulder the heavy responsibility of national rejuvenation. The five-star red flag rises in the wind in Ran Ran, and the passionate national anthem shakes our hearts. At such a solemn moment, bathed in a refreshing morning, what can we think rationally? To answer you and me, we must face up to everyone's responsibilities.

What is responsibility? Responsibility is a silent promise, and responsibility is a concrete act. The responsibility of national justice requires our joint efforts, and the dream of national rejuvenation requires the efforts of each of us. Responsibility is grand and specific, and responsibility is broad and subtle. It contains introspection on study and life, gratitude to parents and teachers, and solemn mission to the country and society.

Therefore, students, don't forget that it is your great responsibility to finish your study tasks on time, to abide by every discipline of the school, and to cultivate a good personality. Students present, we still have many responsibilities to shoulder. The exam is coming. Will we draw a perfect ending for the working hours of each exam? Everyone has the heart to strive for the top, but only those who dare to work hard and pay will have the joy of harvest! Let's establish a high sense of national responsibility and be responsible for our own growth and progress and the prosperity of our country! Let's remember Li Bai's poem "One day I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea". I hope that in the remaining time, everyone will always keep in mind their responsibilities, always reflect on their words and deeds, and always check their studies. I wish you excellent results in various exams.

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Autumn in October, the motherland-mother.

We have a thousand words to tell you.

We have a deep heart, please tell you.

There are too many poems praising the motherland.

There are too many songs praising you.

Of course, compare you with your mother.

We are not the first and will not be the last.

Motherland, we are children born in your suffering.

We grew up in hardships and thrived in the wind and rain.

You gave us confidence and strength.

In your eager eyes

We hold up the blue sky with tenacity.

We use faith to dig for black treasures.

When ridicule and contempt are drowned in boiling oil

Motherland, we are your proudest children.

Fifty years of vicissitudes of life witness

Our 50 years of honor and disgrace and glory

A record of more than 50 years of events and frustrations

Our 50 years of hard work

Fifty years of hardship