How bright the moonlight is at home! Better than China. Kiss my motherland, dear mother. Embrace you into the Mid-Autumn Moon and express your affection with fiery wishes.
Mom, listen-"the moon is full of the sea now, and the horizon is * * * at this time."
Children all over the country, holding a bright moon, are smiling at you. Listen carefully to your strong voice in the dark: I will never be robbed of the Diaoyu Islands by others!
Mom, look-"I hope people will live for a long time, but thousands of miles away." Children who love their mothers are surrounded by the bright moon in the sky.
Laughing, singing and dancing, welcoming my mother's 63rd birthday and wishing her a happy birthday are smiles that bloom everywhere.
I am your brand-new ideal, just breaking away from the spider web of myth;
I am a baby in your arms, with a smile vortex of your tears on my face;
I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson morning light bursts; -Motherland, my dear motherland!
2. "Love the motherland and love your hometown more"-Yu
Pale yellow warmth, even if my heart follows it, meanders in the surging Yellow River on the land of the north, my heart is stirring to pursue the surging Yangtze River on the hot land of the south and go straight to the East China Sea.
They are a golden flash on the coast where China people live, and the two sides are the paradise they yearn for. Suddenly look up, the motherland is good. Bow your head and be happy, the hometown is beautiful. At the foot is the holy land I am pursuing, and I suddenly look back. Love the motherland, but also love my hometown. The years flow quietly, along the road of time.
The motherland is thriving, recalling the past and being a romantic figure through the ages. Look at the present, be a hero. I'm happy to walk on the country road, so? You will know the paradise of flowers and birds when you are in the Rhododendron.
Walk into the grass sea and feel the tranquility of the sea; The rising sun climbed from the sacred mountain, and countless willow branches danced with the sea;
Deep homesickness, who are you drunk with? Who wrote the rural folk songs? Standing in the breeze, I can feel the fragrance of green trees and weeds. Spring blossoms for an instant, and it is infinitely warm. All the country roads extend in all directions. A piece of green forest dresses up my hometown, and I suddenly feel that the sword of leaning on heaven has pierced the sky, loving my motherland and my hometown more.