In the east of the world, there is an ancient country, beautiful and vast.
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!
1949, a great man waved his giant arm and announced with one voice that the haze of China for five thousand years had been dispelled;
1978, a giant, with superhuman courage, sized up the situation and opened the dusty door to the world!
1997, she ushered in the fragrance of bauhinia.
1999, she added the scent of water lily!
Through the storm of the century, the Great Wall of Wan Li flies through the clouds like a dragon.
Across the long river of years, Mount Everest stands proudly on the highest slope in the world like an eagle.
Our Republic has never been so strong as it is today.
National day ode
Motherland,
You have gone through an extraordinary 55 years,
Like a baby growing into the prime of life,
Today, you are full of vigor and vitality.
You have suffered and laughed.
After rough times, tomorrow will be better.
For 55 years,
You've changed a lot,
Your people are getting richer and richer.
Your national strength is getting stronger and stronger.
You have United the hearts of Chinese people all over the world!
You have won the respect of the world.
Since you are in high spirits,
Entering the new century,
Today, in this festive festival,
I tell you from the bottom of my heart,
Hello, motherland!
A song dedicated to the motherland.
autumn wind
Give off a faint fragrance.
Chrysanthemum in frost
Give a piece of wheat straw a season
Kiss the afterglow of the sunset
Love overflows gentle eyes.
Look at the fields calmly.
Passion flies to poetry
Listen to the gurgling of the Yellow River.
A history bearing countless sufferings
Watch the river with high sediment concentration.
How many memories have you accumulated?
In a state of ruin
This is your old face
The hardships of childhood
Left an indelible mark.
Experienced hardships and hardships
Half a century of fighting
A far-reaching and long flow
Footprints of 5,000-year civilization
A long historical process
The heroic waves rolling in the past
The strings of time
Play today's brilliant melody
brothers and sisters
I call these fallen leaves brothers.
Put those delicate flowers
Call sisters. I am the same fallen leaf.
And dirt.
I call these ants brothers.
Put those dancing butterflies
Call sisters. I am the same ant.
And pupae
Eagles always want to put some wings in the sky.
Fish in the water, life with tails goes on.
I ran to call my brothers and sisters.
I call poverty my brother and labor my brother.
Rich mountains and rivers, crystal ice and snow, lonely old trees
Call them brothers. Even tornadoes.
I also regard it as the same root.
Beautiful and shy, dressed as sisters
I put fantasy and metaphor
The inspiration of writing poetry and the heartbreak of lovelorn.
Be together like sisters.
I love this land.
Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
Motherland, my dear motherland.
Shu Ting
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland
Coal in the Furnace —— Feelings of Missing the Motherland
Guo Moruo
one
Ah, my lady!
I will live up to your hospitality,
Don't let me down.
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!
two
Ah, my lady!
You should know my predecessor.
Don't you think I am a reckless slave?
Want me to be a slave,
As long as there is a heart like fire.
three
Ah, my lady!
I think my predecessor
Originally a useful pillar,
I've been buried alive for years,
Only now have I seen the light of day again.
four
Ah, my lady!
Ever since I saw the light again,
I often miss my hometown,
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!