1 My motherland, my motherland,
My beloved motherland.
You are a rooster with your head held high ―― awakening the silence of the dawn.
You are a flying dragon-the wind and cloud of the times,
You are a lion ―― dancing the glory of China.
You are the origin of human wisdom ―― lighting the spark of civilization.
You have a sacred name,
That's China!
That's China, my motherland.
My beloved motherland.
2, "long live the motherland" long live the motherland! Like a bell ringing in the sky.
Every note is a thrilling spring thunder.
Long live the motherland! The loudest compliment
Let me cry.
Long live the motherland! Chorus for five thousand years.
As vivid and magnificent as the wind blowing the wheat waves
Visit the grassland and watch the eagle and goose parade.
Walk into the mountains and watch the scenery in the seasonal cycle in the wind and bird songs.
The flag of the new century rises in Ran Ran.
Let me cheer and revel in the towering buildings.
Look at Wan.
There are infinitely beautiful scenery.
Long live the motherland! Standing tall is the green hill.
It's the green water that refuses to take a firm side.
The immortality of the mountain has shaped the magnificent scenery of 5000 years.
The water has lost its prestige for 5,000 years.
In the fireworks of the festival
I am the bud of burning and explosion.
Long live the motherland! long distance call
Wonderful compliment
In the ranks of people
I am a wheat on the national emblem.
On the flowers and green trees of the motherland
I'm a flight planner.
Long live the motherland! Long live the motherland!
How many dynasties have you experienced?
A generation of tianjiao is gone.
God's palace collapsed.
Only the Great Wall of Wan Li will never die.
Long live the motherland! A hymn of my life
The light in my blood
In my life,
Everything outside can be given up.
The only thing I can't give up
This is my dear motherland.
I love my motherland. I love my motherland.
Love her rushing Yellow River and Yangtze River.
And the rich "Beidacang" and "Land of Fish and Rice"
Feed us to grow.
I love my motherland
Love her beautiful mountains and rivers,
For our curious eyes
Capture happiness
I love my motherland
Love her rich "land of abundance"
There is also the "Treasure Island" in the southeast corner.
Make this land more fertile
I love my motherland
Love her Oriental Pearl Night.
There is also a faint fragrance of rice in the countryside.
Interwoven with the fruits of the diversified development of the motherland
I love my motherland
Love the outline of the roof of her world
And the majestic Mount Everest.
Gather into the pride and happiness of Chinese children!
I love my motherland
Loving her embodies the wisdom of Chinese children.
-Wan Li Great Wall.
Standing on the territory of the Chinese nation
Like an active elf
I love my motherland
Love the joy of working people's harvest
And the deep wrinkles on their faces
They are the loveliest people in the world!
I love my motherland
Love the people, soldiers are not afraid of difficulties.
Go forward bravely in the face of disaster
They are worthy of being descendants of the dragon!
4. "Love my motherland from the bottom of my heart!" ( 1)
Early in the morning, standing under a high stone tablet.
Calm pines and cypresses have a strong personality.
I, an unknown poet.
Write this group of poems against the breeze.
This is a group of affectionate poems.
To the martyrs and the bright five-star red flag.
For my country.
Come to the general's grave
Also stood in the battlefield filled with smoke.
I saw this in the loud charge.
The brave soldier fell in the gunfire.
I see bright red blood flowing.
I feel a force rushing inside and outside me.
Sit down, I have tears in my eyes.
Sitting on this slope in the war
Look up at the blue sky
My soul is in a cloud.
Hear lasting passion
That is a rich and profound song.
Raise in the wind, a song
This opened my complex.
I often walk here.
Look at the pine and cypress standing solemnly.
Red soil and green plants are growing.
Similarly, it also grows the most authentic' memory'
In that inspiring song
My dream is still galloping on the battlefield.
It's hard to forget: "Go ahead for the new China!"
(2)
The wind in spring is still a little cold.
But who will miss the season of publicizing life?
From the city to the countryside, every new species and life
Keep smiling with an original truth.
I saw some earth-shattering things.
Come out of a crack in the rock.
I saw blood rising in the grass.
Today, look back.
I stand at the peak of history.
Look at the roaring river, the angry nation.
I saw an unyielding soul burning with unyielding flame.
Yes, we never give in to fate.
We came from the dust and walked through the smoke.
History has written us as crimson xx.
Motherland, I woke up from the morning like this.
Not for feelings and tears.
Blew out a cavity of blood
Just protect your dignity with my bleeding heart.
Make your mind and body complete and unified.
Just on a deserted hillside
Write a poem and plant a tree.
At this moment, I held my head high.
In front of my motherland, I feel
My weakness has become strong.
Me, flowers and any birds.
Can wander in the river of life.
Or die in the forefront of national peril?
Indeed, we have no room for hesitation.
(3)
There is no boundary between pure May and warm June.
I picked up a cup of crimson liquid.
Welcome the bright moonlight and the loud sun.
The music played and the celebration songs danced.
There is a hand rising in the undulating echo.
Blue waves rippled in the sky, condensing passion.
My motherland! A cry broke out from the goblet.
At the moment, I don't want to call my motherland "mom"
Because in front of the motherland, I am too small and humble.
I am just an unknown poet, just like a country child.
Often awakened by some tender buds in spring.
They green every growing story in my heart.
So I learned to climb, run, think and mature.
I learned to pose like a river with tears in my eyes and a smile.
So, I traveled all over the country.
Your towering mountains and rushing rivers
Vast fields, boundless grasslands
Motherland, children of my motherland.
I touched your strong and determined bones.
Has quietly entered your life.
Until the depths of your blood
Then I began to think of myself as a seed.
Water, Poetry and Life
Plant on the land of the motherland
So, I use the purest voice.
Announce to the boundless sky
Am I a grass of the motherland, or
Red sorghum matured in autumn.
(4)
My country, if possible.
I also want to be an unknown poet.
Tap with my stiff fingers.
Poems that have been sleeping for thousands of years
And the purest heart in poetry.
I feel your spirit with a look up.
Your noble soul
The wet morning breeze swept over my face.
I feel you fall like a flower.
My beloved motherland!
You let a soul tell its strength in pain.
Facing the sun in the morning and facing the sea alone.
You brought me into the cycle of time and years.
Let my heart overflow with silence, fly high.
Love you deeply! my motherland
I'd rather be a clever bird.
Shuttle between the ancient riverbed and the modern fields.
Shuttle between the lines of blood.
This is a thinking bird, a bird from daydreaming.
With a cavity of loyalty to you and love without regret.
To spread your open mind and great love.
Why do I often have tears in my eyes?
Because I love my motherland from the bottom of my heart
Because I love this land deeply!
I love sunset, countryside, bonfires, wheat fields and sheep.
And horses that graze freely
Standing under the burning sky, my thoughts
My warmest tears and my blood are boiling!