Ah, the motherland! I met your humiliation and your grief in Yuanmingyuan. I met your majesty and majesty at Badaling. I met your vastness and vastness in the desert grassland. I am at the mouth of the ancient postal road, knowing your long history and your ups and downs.
The surging Yangtze River rolled up glittering and translucent waves, and the groundsel echoed with Ma Touqin's affectionate voice. Chinese sons and daughters pay tribute to the motherland!
The sea sings with the waves, the mountains bear lofty witness, and the earth swears with silence: China, I am proud of you.
We have experienced difficulties and hardships together, and we have created brilliant achievements together.
Ancient civilization, engraved on the broken spear and halberd, courage and loyalty, noble morality and bright festivals, immersed in every page of history, all these have long been the unchanging complex in my heart. Bitter, for you! Sweet, for you; Live for you; Die for you! Your worries are our worries, and your happiness is our happiness!
Strengthen the country and the people, enrich the country and enrich the people, and enrich the country and strengthen the people.
Facing the thorny Lin Mang, mountains and swamps, there are countless loyal sons and daughters, who are not afraid to shed blood and sacrifice, throw away their heads and wrap themselves in Mago! Until that golden autumn October 65 years ago, a bright five-star red flag and a giant's declaration made an ancient nation stand proudly and indulge in joy.