My wish: poetry about the motherland

Daguanlou, with the 500-mile-long Dianchi Lake, ran to the fundus and draped it on the shore, full of joy. Look: Shen Jun in the east, Lingqi in the west, winding in the north and Wusu in the south. Why not choose to win and board? Ride the crab island Luozhou, combing the package in the wind and fog; More flat, dotted with some green feathers and Danxia, live up to: fragrant rice and clear sand around, hibiscus in September and willow in March. Thousands of years ago, the wine is empty, sighing who is the hero? Thinking: Han Xi Louchuan, Tang Biao Iron Column, Song Huiyu Axe, Yuan Yue Leather Bag. Wei Liefeng tried his best to move mountains. Draw a bead curtain building, which can't be rolled up like dusk rain; Then I broke the wreckage and gave it all to the pale smoke. Only win: a few minutes, half a river fishing, two rows of autumn geese, a pillow clearing frost. A breezy autumn wind! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! I/am your brand-new ideal, just broke free from the mythical spider web; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! I/am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You/feed me lost, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing splendid journeys everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My country as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade has read the hardships of developing a brilliant tomorrow from your spirit and blueprint. My motherland has your charming beauty from the frontier to the coast. I will send heartfelt wishes to the distant motherland with simple feelings. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal reform and opening up. I am proud of the glory of my motherland by developing my vision of illuminating the world. The sun like the dawn of the motherland, with firm faith, turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of oriental civilization of the great motherland is like a Mercedes-Benz train, facing the dawn of the century, holding high the burning belief and heading for a more brilliant future.