Author | Passers-by in Beilin Recitation | God&; Sweet Circle Editor | Juanzi
You are a seed that falls on dry soil.
You are a cloud hanging in the bleeding sky.
You are the waves of the Yangtze River rolling eastward.
You are the surging waves of the Yellow River.
When the golden light fills the majestic Qinling Mountains.
When the five-star red flag rises in the snowy plateau of Ran Ran.
When the Millennium ancient lotus broke through the dark land
When the scarred spine stood bravely in the storm.
Motherland, my dear motherland, you are the song I want to sing.
You come from 5000 years of history books.
You rose from bloodshed.
You are the horizontal and vertical of the big seal script.
You are the euphemistic rhythm of Tang poetry and Song poetry.
You are a mural rising in Dunhuang sky.
You are still a ringing camel bell on the Silk Road.
You are Li Sao without rhyme.
You are an affectionate "red chamber"
You are the bright moon in Qinhuai.
You are the voice of writing.
Motherland, colorful motherland, you are the song in my heart.
I love your towering mountains.
I love your swift river.
I love your indomitable backbone.
I like your humiliating silence.
When the great powers occupy your land.
When the fog blurs your eyes
When the virus infects your body,
I heard your heavy footsteps and your sad sigh.
Motherland, suffering motherland, you are my most distressed song.
I stand on a distant land and look at my motherland.
Your yellow skin and black eyes are my mother.
Your mountains and rivers, your red land.
Your black land is my home I can't bear to give up.
You are a fairy tale nourished by my blood and sweat.
You are a clank of iron in my bones.
I love your deep and broad feelings.
I love your courage to be reborn.
Even if I am just a nameless seed.
I also want to sprout on your vast land.
Motherland, dear motherland, you are my favorite song.
When the morning glow breaks through the darkness before dawn
When1300 million descendants of dragons sing a song together.
When the geese in the north return to the south.
When the fallen leaves return to their roots
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Motherland, I want to sing a song for you.
Sing graceful blue and white porcelain
The simplicity of singing the Millennium bell
Singing the innocence of Saint Amethyst and Hundred Family Names
Sing "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" in thick ink and light color.
My song is the field of hope.
My song is the harvest in October.
My song is the spring scenery in the garden.
My singing is a magnificent departure.
Motherland, please listen to me sing a song for you.
About the author: a passerby in Beilin, a freelance writer, advocates a simple, free and casual life. Zen Flowers Like Snow, a collection of essays by passers-by in Beilin, is profound, sad, beautiful and romantic, and it is a good book worth collecting. Wechat official account: Beilin passerby, ID: Beilin 1 1.
Introduction to the reciter: God, a man who studies hard, advocates the natural sound, likes reading and music, and interprets the rhythm of words with sound and music.
Brief introduction of reciter: Tian Yuan, member of Liaoning Recitation Art Association; Deputy Secretary General of Dandong Recitation Art Association. National certified teacher. I hope to convey my true feelings, spread beauty and enrich my life by reading poems and beautiful articles.
Article source: Baicaoyuan Bookstore