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I have thought more than once, what is the motherland? I think, think, every time I think of the word "motherland", there are gentle waves in my heart, tears in my eyes, and blood in my veins. What is the motherland?
she is a mountain and a sea; It's forest, it's grassland; It is a village and a city; It is a boundless desert and a rolling hill. What is the motherland? She is a smoke, a pigeon whistle; It is a dragon boat in the Dragon Boat Festival and a torch in the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is the lover's passionate kiss behind the wooden fence, the baby's babbling in the cradle, and the pancake baked by the mother on the pan.
is my father's exhortation when he is far away. What is the motherland? She is the reflection of Confucius, Laozi and Zhuangzi; It is a poem by Qu Yuan, Li Bai and Lu You. It is the prose of Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan and Su Shi. It is the word of Li Yu, Li Qingzhao and Xin Qiji; It is a painting by Badashanren, Zheng Banqiao and Qi Baishi. It is the calligraphy of Mi Fei, Huanggu and Lin Sanzhi.
It is the practice of six gentlemen, Sun Yat-sen and Mao Zedong in the 1898 Movement, the creation of the wisest masters among our ancestors, and the labor of those ancestors whom I respect most. What is the motherland?
She was humiliated again and again, fought again and again, failed again and again, and rose again and again; She is the gun in the hands of soldiers, the blood on the neck of volunteers; It is a carnival after victory, and it is an immortal chapter in the history books.
There are many beautiful places in the world, but are there Huangshan, Yellow River, Yangtze River and Great Wall? Are there clothes when my mother gave birth to me? Are there footprints that I trudged through step by step? Are there folk customs that my relatives and friends and I are used to? Are there local folk songs that make me feel sad when I start humming?
no! Since there are none of these, then the motherland is an irreplaceable place. Motherland, she is a love song that can't be sung, and a beautiful article that can't be written. She is the place where our ancestors and ancestors thrive, and it is also the place where our children and grandchildren live and develop.
I have thought more than once, what is the motherland? I want to, want to.