Long live the motherland, Zhu Hai
Once on the vast ocean, a young sailor who traveled around the world asked me, what is my motherland? Once, in front of the archway in Chinatown, an old overseas Chinese who had been away from home for a long time asked me what is my motherland? Once on the beach of Yalong Bay, a child picking up shells asked me what is my motherland? Once, at a post in the Gobi desert, a soldier who had just joined the army asked me, "What is my motherland?" What is the motherland? It is the new green of the south of the Yangtze River in the spring rain, the fertility of the northern country in the golden autumn, the rising central part of the open coastal area, and the loud clarion call for the development of the western region. What is the motherland? It is the majesty of the Three Gorges Dam, the warmth of the West-to-East Gas Pipeline, the laughter of the South-to-North Water Diversion, the Qinghai-Tibet Railway in bloom, the affectionate greetings to the top of the earth, the motherland, the space city’s departure from space, the peace report, the motherland, the return of Hong Kong and Macao to the centenary dream, the perfect ending to the motherland. It is the flowers and green grass blooming again in the new area after the disaster. The motherland is the magical bird's nest in Beijing in the Olympic Hall of Honor for mankind. At this moment, I want to walk off the stage with you to the ten-mile long street. Looking back at the monument in the ranks of the 2009 National Day military parade, let all the glorious words Eternally shining in the interpretation of the immortality of the founder of New China, I want to wait with you in front of the Great Hall, unforgettable. Soothe my heart on the towering marble pillars and flowery steps, savor the achievements of being the master of the country, and taste the pride of a citizen. I want to be with you. Together, you use the gears of time and the ears of wheat to decorate the beautiful watch beside the Jinshui Bridge. Let the sweat of generations of builders spill out into the gorgeous sea of ??flowers in the parade. I want to decorate the night sky with you and wait for the sky full of fireworks. Waiting for the five-star red flag to rise in the morning light of October. The longing that started here 60 years ago has turned into a picturesque country. Come on, my friends, what are you waiting for? Tonight, now, let us express our feelings to our heart's content. A birthday tribute to the motherland. I saw your joyful birthday song. The cake filled with blessings. I saw the wine glass you held up amidst your hearty laughter. I saw your busy footsteps running through the courtyards, alleys and urban and rural streets filled with national flags. I saw you. The latest updated content on your webpage - China Red. I saw that you are on your way back to the country, sending the thoughts of overseas tourists on time. I saw colorful balloons conveying joy in the hands of the elderly and children. I saw that I saw that tonight the whole of China is full of passion. Waiting eagerly for a great moment to come. Today, if someone asks me what my motherland is, I will tell him that the motherland is the most dazzling development coordinate on the earth. I will tell him that the motherland is the most beautiful smile in the east. I will also tell him that the motherland is. It is 9.6 million square kilometers plus the surging heartbeats of 1.3 billion Chinese people. The motherland is my life, all my struggle, my happiness, my pride. I have a saying in my heart that I have always wanted to say to you, the motherland. No matter the vicissitudes of life, no matter the changes, it is like a fire that never goes out, burning in our hearts and burning in our blood. We said it yesterday, we will say it today, we will say it tomorrow, and we will say it forever from generation to generation. This is - long live the motherland. Long live the motherland, long live the motherland! !