Kang langying
When the magnificent huabiao,
Let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn,
When the majestic Tiananmen Square,
Let the clouds meet the rising sun.
The ear of history,
The salute rumbled,
An avalanche of echoes,
It is the echo of the changes in China.
A giant looks down at the world,
A loud voice,
The whole world heard it,
People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded!
When the first five-star red flag Ran Ran was raised,
Flag of victory,
Flying in the wind of the sky,
People looked up,
The whole world saw it,
The people of China have stood up since then!
Step 2 kiss the motherland
Xu Min
meet by chance
Countless beating faces on this screen.
Peking Opera? Sichuan opera? Huangmeide ...
It is my hometown.
Listen to the beautiful voice of the golden rooster.
Rough pottery that awakens sleeping ancestors.
Rooted in mountains and rivers? Pop-bud ballad
How many Gong Shang Jiao are there?
Stepping on the Millennium drums and rhythm
Walk through this mountain? Walk across the plain
Walk past that Hong Ling Chinese-style chest covering and shake it off.
A corner of the fresh Jiangnan
Terracotta Warriors in the Stone? Hanma
The boat song on the smoke wave? Yu Xun
Who lifts heavy feet? An uncontrollable heartbeat.
Cross the ocean-go abroad
And bring it back to the village outside Wan Li.
Dowry walking into mother's bedside
Walk into the teapot in Dad's hand.
Walking into the batik cloth on my sister.
Grazing a flock of cattle and sheep that can't walk away.
This life? Swallows don't mistake their way home.
Flying dance sleeve
I am a descendant of the desert sword-watching poet.
Eyes rise with the vein of Sanshan Wuyue uplift.
Browse the internet again
The woman with a flower drum lantern by the Yellow River is my lover.
The pace of moving lotus in January
My heart is a clean jar full of love.
I just want to get pregnant in clear water.
Kiss the motherland? From Plateau to Ocean
Tonight? I kissed the crescent moon on your forehead.
3. Motherland
He zhaolun
I love you! This sentence can't be simpler.
Not a bumper harvest of rice.
Say mother's white hair and wrinkles.
The pronunciation of glossy is clearer than that of birds.
But smiling is still the breath of spring.
I love you! Simple phrases and running speed
As fast as teenagers on both sides of the road
Cool vest painted with sunrise red.
But we can't ignore the breeze on their lips.
Show nectar from the sun
Happiness is brewing from left to right.
The upward wings tighten and open again.
I love you! Complex things like simplicity.
From the jumble of words
Pick out the bitterness and fragrance of bitter clove.
The reason for love is not important.
The head sheep and tail sheep under the white clouds are in tandem.
Love and not love are at the same distance.
But don't omit the cry of "baa baa"
Disperse and gather from the middle
I love you! Just like loving the smallness of the grass.
Become a great force.
Hugs around love are warmer.
Hold on to this simple sentence.
Son, let's start with the youngest.
Say that you will never be bored in your life.
4. Motherland
Hanman
Heyegai Hubei
Highland barley shakes Tibet.
Teenagers hiking north in early spring and February
Across the earth, like a verb, across countless nouns and adjectives.
Through the shadows and light in the classic and historical subsets
900 plus a sweater, 30 miles to learn a dialect.
Love a girl seven miles away-
He was blessed in the vastness, Yan Fu.
His happiness may be secular.
But bright, make bees jealous.
The small hotel where he stayed along the way was as warm and sweet as a beehive.
Flying people use the bounce pipa as an aircraft in air movement.
-Gansu. Sichuan. The children shouted:
"The wind is strong and the pomegranate is red!"
The pregnant woman walked slowly across the street.
Like bulging porcelain, it means that bundles of flowers are getting fragrant.
The long sleeves of ladies in Tang and Song Dynasties gushed with flowing water.
The gurgling water is the old capital of Beijing and Hu, where the night is deep and the singing is slow.
A scholar living in seclusion in an alley.
Tap the inkstone with a brush.
Wan Li ink and rice paper crossing ripples.
..... boundless. The vast lunar calendar is quiet and melancholy.
A man who goes deep into the hinterland of Britain and France
Until my twilight years, I still look back at the paper-cut window grilles.
A big pagoda tree in Hongdong, Shanxi Province, with white hair shaking the green leaves and branches.
-Roots, complex veins like leaves on the map.
Miniaturize the palm print, resume and future of every Han Chinese.
The prodigal son turns back, the prodigal son turns back, and in the dream, there are always grandchildren, dragon boats and encouragement-
"Also my childhood relatives and songs.
The Xijiang River is white and the Qinyuan Spring is old ... "
The motherland inside the body, pain, burning.
-Skin is the last frontier?
And senile plaque is about cumulonimbus clouds in frontier areas?
Motherland-the country of ancestors
Because of the collection of generations of bone swords, the soil is thick and the sky is high, and the spring is warm and the autumn is cool.
Only your own land.
Will tolerate the shame and loneliness of all living things, ghosts, scholars and rebellious children
A poor man walked across a field where crickets were chirping with backache and leg pain.
The night made him break the potatoes in the sack, which was no different from gold for the time being.
He suddenly felt birds and people passing by.
Like an old relative I haven't visited for years.
"The lanterns and people in front of the house are so red and bright!"
He was tearful and couldn't tell whether it was his dead mother, wife or daughter.
He has everything, when love exists. ...
Step 5 show
Fu tianlin
She is in her collection of poems.
I didn't find it.
I want to find two words.
Motherland! You scold her.
You can't scold too much, and you can't fight too much.
Her poems eat your food and wear your clouds.
You are the one who turns on the stars and lights for her every night.
It is your mountains, canyons, sand dunes and the sea.
Rush in against the sun
Give her undulating words.
The wind and rain on the grass tip will tell her.
How to become a poet?
She entered the flowers before you.
How white your daughter's hair is.
Her voice rhymes with yours, mom.
Your love belongs to giving, to shining and hanging.
It exists in the breath of all her words.
She has lived in the mountains for too long.
It will only whistle like a bird, and even
Hide your life in a growing tree.
Think that happiness is the taste of fruit.
The spreading branches are flying.
One of your Woods is her hometown.
One of your rivers is the motherland that flows through her body.
She comes from the inside of the apple.
The heart is made up of rain, snow and tears.
And sweat, a hymn composed of them.
She never stays among the flowers.
Extracting red is like extracting radium from love.
Deep love
She thinks the best way to express it.
Is to concentrate on planting trees well.
Full, green, as green as blood.