What is the motherland? Lu Yao's poem What is the Motherland describes China in the eyes of countless people. "I thought more than once, what is the motherland? I think, think, every time I think of the word "motherland", my heart is full of gentle waves, tears in my eyes and blood in my veins.
What is the motherland? She is a mountain, not a sea; It is a forest, it is a grassland; It is a village and a city; This is an endless desert and rolling mountains. What is the motherland? She is a smoke, a pigeon whistle; Dragon Boat Festival is a dragon boat and Mid-Autumn Festival is a torch. It's a kiss from the lover behind the wooden fence, and it's a pancake on the pan for the baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, and his father's baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.
What is the motherland? She is the reflection of Confucius, Laozi and Zhuangzi; This is a poem by Qu Yuan, Li Bai and Lu You. It is the prose of Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan and Su Shi. It is the word of Li Yu, Li Qingzhao and Xin Qiji; This is a painting by Badashanren, Zheng Banqiao and Qi Baishi. It is the calligraphy of Mi Fei, Huang Gu and Lin Sanzhi; It is the practice of countless revolutionaries, the creation of the smartest masters among our ancestors, and the achievement of those ancestors whom I respect most.
What is the motherland? She was humiliated again and again, fought again and again, failed again and again, and rose again and again; She is the gun in the hands of soldiers and the blood on the neck of volunteers; It is a carnival after victory and an immortal chapter in history books.
There are many beautiful places in the world, but are there Huangshan, Yellow River, Yangtze River and Great Wall? Do you have my mother's clothes when she gave birth to me? Are there footprints that I trudged step by step? Are there any folk customs that my relatives and friends and I are used to saying? Is there a local accent that makes me feel sad when I start humming?
Don't! Since there are none of these, then the motherland is an irreplaceable place.
Motherland, she is a love song that can't be sung and a beautiful article that can't be written. She is the place where our ancestors have thrived, and it is also the place where our children and grandchildren live and develop.