We love you China!
When the bright sun jumps out of the blue waves in the East China Sea,
the Pamirs are still full of stars.
When the northland was still a world wrapped in white,
South Xinjiang was already full of spring scenery.
ah-we love you, China!
We love you-
The beauty of Guilin's landscape,
The heavy makeup of Hangzhou West Lake;
Huangshan and Lushan are misty, and
the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers are magnificent.
We love you-
The fragrance of Longjing tea,
The pure beauty of Moutai;
Jiangnan silk is bright and beautiful,
Jingdezhen ceramics are wonderful in heaven.
We love you-
The moonlight in front of the Dai bamboo building is like water,
The Potala Palace is towering on the roof of the world;
Grapes in Turpan, melons in Hami,
Sheep in the prairie, camels in Gobi Desert.
We love you-
The ancient songs played by the bells of the Warring States Period
The new songs written by the pioneers,
The surging spring tide in Wan Li, China
The fire of hope ignited by the motherland,
We love you-
The history of struggle,
The fruits watered by sweat,
The stalwart of pine trees and the height of plum blossoms.
Dai Wangshu's I Use Broken Palm
I grope for this vast land with broken palm:
This corner has turned to ashes,
That corner is only blood and mud;
This lake should be my hometown.
(In spring, there are many flowers on the embankment, and
the tender willow branches are broken with strange fragrance.)
I touch the algae and the cool water.
The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold,
The water and sediment in the Yellow River slip out between your fingers;
The paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River are so soft ... Now there is only Artemisia scoparia;
Litchi flowers in Lingnan languish in loneliness.
After that, I dipped in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats ...
Invisible palms swept across the rivers and mountains without hatred.
My fingers were stained with blood and ash, and my palms were stained with darkness.
Only the distant corner was still intact.
It was warm, bright, firm and vigorous.
on it, I stroked it with my damaged palm,
like a lover's soft hair and a baby's milk in his hand.
I put all my strength on the palm of my hand
and put it on it, sending love and all hope,
because there is only the sun, it is spring,
it will drive out the gloom and bring Su Sheng,
because there is only one place where we don't live like animals,
and ants die ... there, eternal China!
Shu Ting's "Motherland, My Dear Motherland"
I am a worn-out old waterwheel beside your river
I have been spinning tired songs for hundreds of years;
I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,
As you grope in the tunnel of history;
I am a withered ear of rice; It is a disrepair subgrade;
It is the barge on the silt beach that
pulls the rope deep
into your shoulder;
-the motherland!
I am poor,
I am sad.
I am
the painful hope of your ancestors,
a flower that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years.
-the motherland!
I am your brand-new ideal,
I just broke free 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's the crimson dawn
spreading;
-the motherland!
I am one billionth of you
I am the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
You
fed
me confused, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts;
Then get
yours from my flesh and blood; Richness, your glory, your freedom;
-motherland,
my dear motherland!
Wen Yiduo's One Word
There is a saying that is a curse, and
There is a saying that can catch fire.
Although it hasn't been revealed for five thousand years,
Can you guess the silence of the volcano?
Maybe he was suddenly possessed.
Suddenly there was a thunderbolt in the blue sky.
There was a sound:
"Our China!"
how can I say this today?
You don't believe that Cycas blooms.
Then listen to a sentence:
When the volcano can't help being silent,
Don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stomp,
Wait until a thunderbolt
explodes in the blue sky:
Our China! "
< < My motherland > >
My motherland,
high mountains,
majestic peaks overlooking the history of wind and rain,
dusk,
let the wind and clouds pass by.
a solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.
My motherland,
the river is rushing,
the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history,
the torrent rushes forward courageously,
washes away the pollution for a hundred years,
the stormy waves beat against the canyon, and there have been many bumps in fate.
My motherland is
vast in territory and abundant in natural resources,
beautiful scenery breeds magnificent traditional culture,
the sun sets in the desert,
the moon is drunk with lotus flowers,
how many splendid civilizations are still shining on the vast land.
In my motherland,
the people are hardworking,
56 ethnic groups are sympathetic to each other,
the oriental charm is wonderful,
the humanistic style is romantic,
how many beautiful and moving legends have been circulated through the ages.
This is my motherland,
This is my motherland that I deeply love.
I love your long and splendid history,
I love the flowers on every inch of your land,
I love your magnificent rivers and mountains,
I love the tenacity and persistence of your people.
my motherland,
the motherland I deeply love.
You are a cock with your head held high-awakening the silence at dawn,
You are a soaring dragon-dominating the times,
You are a majestic lion-dancing the glory of China,
You are the origin of human wisdom.
You have a sacred name,
and that is China!
that's China, my motherland.
my beloved motherland.
I deeply love my motherland.
My beating heart is beating for five thousand years.
I deeply love my motherland.
Surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
I deeply love my motherland.
My yellow skin is printed with the colors left by my ancestors.
I deeply love my motherland. <
I deeply love my motherland,
My strong personality is tall and straight, and I deeply love my motherland.
The vast sea border is full of all my sustenance.
My motherland,
lovely China,
You have created glorious history,
You have raised a great nation.
I'm proud of your long history.
Thousands of years of strong winds can't break your tall and straight back.
I'm proud of your strength.
I've weathered the years against internal and external troubles.
I am proud of your brightness,
The Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny,
I am proud of your spirit,
The reform has gone forward courageously and opened up with great momentum.
Lovely motherland,
No matter where I go,
I hold your arm,
No matter where I live,
you warm my heart.
lovely motherland,
you hold the helm of the new century,
you use speed, you use strength,
you create miracles that shock the world.
You used hard work and wisdom,
and made another more brilliant development!
motherland, motherland,
you are always full of hope,
motherland, motherland,
you are always full of vigor and vitality!
Recitation of Ode to the Ancestor
In the east of the world, there is an ancient country, beautiful and broad,
In the east of the world, there is a great nation, hardworking and strong;
The rushing Yellow River is her blood,
The towering Mount Tai is her backbone,
This is our motherland-China!
In p>1949, a great man waved his giant arm and announced with one voice, which dispelled the 5,-year-old haze in China.
in p>1978, a giant, with superhuman courage, sized up the situation and opened the dusty country to the world!
In p>1997, she welcomed the fragrance of bauhinia, and in p>1999, she added the fragrance of water lotus!
Through the storm of the century, the Great Wall of Wan Li shuttles through the clouds like a dragon.
Across the long river of years, Mount Everest stands proudly as the highest slope in the world like an eagle.
Our country has never been so mighty and powerful as it is today.
Ode to the National Day
Motherland,
You have gone through an extraordinary p>55 years,
You have grown into a prime of life like a baby,
Today you are full of vigor and exuberance,
You have had hardships and laughter.
You have won the respect of the world.
Now you are in high spirits and have entered a new century.
Today, in this festive festival,
I say to you from the bottom of my heart,
Hello, motherland!
Song for the Motherland
Autumn wind
Sending fragrance
Chrysanthemum in frost
Offering patches of wheatgrass
Kissing the afterglow of sunset
Love overflows gentle eyes
Looking at the fields peacefully
Passion flies to the poem
Listening to the Yellow River gurgling
Carrying countless sufferings. The hardships of childhood
left an indelible mark
wind, frost, snow and rain
half a century's fighting
a long history
a long river of history
rolling the heroic waves of the past
the strings of time
playing today's brilliant melody.