I looked up at the sky again and again and listened to the echoes from ancient times. I wander in the long river of years again and again, exploring the footprints of my ancestors. I ask history to show me the reality. I pray for reality to prove history. Why didn't my ancient and young nation ebb? Why is it nirvana? I believe that every story will have an ending, and I believe that 10,000 endings will have 10,000 reasons. I opened the thick historical picture scroll and stroked the deep gaps on each page. From ancient times to the present, Nu Wa, who made up the sky, tasted grass, Yu Gong, Lin Zexu, Sun Yat-sen, Li Dazhao and Lei Feng, all of whom are immortal souls and gave birth to a group of yellow skins. The descendants with dark skin and black eyes are their fervent sincerity, which has cast the eternal spirit of China. China disaster relief memorabilia, war flies in eventful years, I see a row of poplars standing tall and straight on the land of China, and a modern steel and coal city stands on the ruins of Xingtai Tangshan earthquake. I saw the flood devil cast by flesh and blood under the "life and death card". The shining red star reflected the falling baby, and there was a resounding name called "Dang Sheng". Time turned to 2003, and another tragic story was staged here. A sudden disaster happened in the ordinary spring, which broke the peace and tranquility of the past. The ferocious SARS has changed its face. Death roams in the air, devouring innocent lives, torturing people's souls with fear and helplessness, facing another choice between life and death, and hundreds of millions of people are forced to join a war without smoke. Listen to * * * in National Anthem of the People's Republic of China's chord, let out a national unyielding roar, and we in Qi Xin work together to advance towards the final victory in the fight against SARS. There are too many stories this spring, and every story has touched our hearts. We are grateful for every ordinary greatness, and we realize every noble and simple life. She collapsed in the battle against SARS. She is an ordinary girl. An ordinary party member nurse, an ordinary soldier, left nothing, even her body turned into plumes of smoke. She only left one sentence: "Let me go, it's dangerous". The monument behind her soars into the sky, and hundreds of millions of people pay tribute to her immortal spirit with tears. People who come and go in a hurry this spring can't appreciate the flowers and green grass, but people dress up this spring with paper cranes woven with hundreds of millions of wishes and smiles under thick masks. This is the calmness of a powerful nation in the face of crisis. This is an ancient nation's optimism and confidence in the future. I gently closed the book I was still writing and thought about what it was. What is the most precious spirit of a nation? I heard a voice from ancient times, "Heaven and man are one, and gentlemen are constantly striving for self-improvement." A nation that embodies the spirit of self-improvement is invincible. The past is linked with the history of today, showing the future. We have every reason to believe that there are Party members who walked the Long March and people who built the Great Wall of Wan Li. Any stormy waves, difficulties and obstacles will be flattened by our progress. China's soul, you have nurtured generations of children and grandchildren endlessly. You led us through the storm to meet a brighter dawn. The great motherland, like a gushing sunrise, will always be proud of the forest of nations in the world. You hold high the banner and lead us to the great rejuvenation of the new nation.
Ode to the Motherland
China, my motherland,
The giant of the world east.
Do you have-
The majestic Great Wall and the Forbidden City,
The surging Yangtze River and Yellow River,
Mount Everest on the roof of the world,
The scenery of Guilin.
Do you have-
China's world-renowned culture,
Inspired four great inventions around the world,
The world-famous Silk Road,
Unique treasure of traditional Chinese medicine.
Do you have-
The coast of the East China Sea is choppy,
There are layers of forests in southern Xinjiang and islands.
The snow and ice in the north are boundless,
The pastoral voice of the grassland in the western regions.
Motherland, Motherland, I love you,
I want to sing a beautiful hymn for you,
I am willing to give you everything I have,
May you always stand in the east of the world!