A wisp of breeze blows the waves of Dongting Lake and the blue waves of Qinghai Lake, stirring the inside and outside of the Great Wall, and the fragrant breath is full of good news of harvest; With a smile, the azalea in Emei Mountain and the snow lotus in Qilian Mountain are all over the country, and the colorful colors are full of stories of struggle. On the occasion of celebrating the birthdays of * * * and China, my words of blessing and praise broke through the atmosphere of fireworks and flowed into the jubilation of singing and dancing.
The sun rises, the national flag rises, the sun is the same color as Venus, and the national flag is the same color as the morning glow. In March of the Volunteers, there are eternal proverbs and revelations of history and years, which remain red forever because of blood.
When I scatter my ideals into the blue sky, I always like to edit the TV of the skyscraper bridge into your background, so that every ideal territory is prosperous. And China's love that shines on every sunny sunrise is called love.
We will always be dutiful sons in your arms. We know you from the vicissitudes of Qin Brick and Han Wa, appreciate your elegant demeanor from the dancing in Dunhuang, understand your grandeur from the waves of the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, and learn from the trajectory of two bombs flying in the air. Motherland, you are a great mother. We are willing to work hard for your prosperity. Even if you do your best and your black hair is stained with frost, you will still be infatuated and never regret it.
We will always be the bright stars in your eyes. We are stubborn red willows on the Gobi Desert, mighty pines and cypresses on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, tall buildings rising from the ground in special economic zones, and wheels of Mercedes-Benz on the Qinghai-Tibet Railway. Motherland, you are a kind mother. We are your flesh and blood, and you are the foundation of our life and death. Even in dreams, you always give us unlimited confidence and courage.
If you love your motherland, you must start from yourself and start now. If you can't be a pillar of success, why not be a green grass or a lush wilderness scenery; If it can't be a broad avenue, why not become a hard stone and shoulder the heavy responsibility of the times?
In order to build our motherland, we must cherish every minute. Hurry up and wind up your thoughts, seize the opportunity of reform and opening up, learn from others' strengths, attract investment, invigorate the market, dare to innovate, let the footprints turn into fruits, let sweat breed ears of grain, let painstaking efforts cast steel, and let wisdom sprout out of the landscape.
Motherland, spring breeze gives you vitality, Xia Lu gives you prosperity, autumn frost gives you harvest, and winter snow gives you cleanliness. What can you expect?
In our hearts, your image does not need heavy makeup, and it is also a beautiful picture that lasts for a long time. I use the most brilliant poems to describe your richness, express your sublimity in the most beautiful way, eulogize your vastness with the smoothest notes, and praise your brilliance with the sweetest tunes ... The words are concise, the tone is soft, the voice is euphemistic and the singing is terrible. Did you hear the motherland?
In our hearts, the term motherland is so kind and warm, so powerful and majestic, so real and concrete. Every call from you affects our enthusiasm and courage; Every time we move forward, our strength and will are stirred.
On National Day, the national flag was particularly bright, the national emblem was particularly solemn, and the national anthem was particularly exciting. Loyal faith runs through our veins, our hearts are full of true rhythm, and our throats are full of fiery words: I love you, China!