The background music of the poem My Dear Motherland.

The background music for reciting My Dear Motherland is Ode to the Red Flag, which was composed by Lv Qiming on 1965 and included in the music album China Philharmonic Orchestra. In 20 17, Lv Qiming won the 10 China Golden Record Awards Gala with the Best Creative Award in Comprehensive Category.

The Creation Background of Ode to the Red Flag

1965, Shanghai began to collect performances for "Shanghai Spring International Music Festival". At that time, when the organizers selected the primary programs submitted by various units, they thought that the number of main melody works was not enough and the quality was not high.

So, He Lvting, Ding Shande, Meng Bo, Huang Yijun and other musicians gave the creative task to Lv Qiming. In order to write this song well, Lv Qiming thought for a week, trying to find a breakthrough point to express the theme of Red Flag.

In the process of conception and creation, the father who died heroically after being arrested and imprisoned, the martyr who made generous contributions wave after wave, and the five-star red flag raised in founding ceremony, Ran Ran, came into Lv Qiming's mind like a movie screen.

Finally, he finished the first draft of this song. In the process of creation, Lv Qiming thinks that the appreciation habits of ordinary people in China should be respected, so he pays attention to the expression of melody.

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Motherland, my dear motherland.

Motherland, my dear motherland, I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years; I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened. When you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a withered ear of rice and a disrepair roadbed. This is a barge on the muddy beach. Pull the rope deep into your shoulder, motherland!

I'm poor and I'm sad. I am the painful hope of your ancestors,

It is a "flying" sleeve, a flower that has not landed for thousands of years, the motherland!

I am your brand-new ideal, just breaking away from the spider web of myth; I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow; I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging; I am the newly painted white starting line; It is the crimson dawn, in generate; -the motherland!

I am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; Feed, confuse me, be considerate and boil me; Then get it from my flesh and blood, your richness, your glory and your freedom; Motherland, my dear motherland!