My motherland, my beloved motherland.
You are a rooster with your head held high, awakening the silence of the dawn.
You are a flying dragon-the wind and cloud of the times,
You are a lion, dancing the glory of China.
You are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.
You have a sacred name, and that is China!
That's China, my motherland.
My beloved motherland.
I love my motherland deeply, and my beating heart beats with the pulse of 5,000 years.
I love my motherland deeply, and my blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
I love my motherland deeply, and my yellow skin is printed with the colors left by my ancestors.
I love my motherland deeply, and there is a humble smile in my black eyes.
I love my motherland deeply, and my strong character is tall and straight.
I love my motherland deeply!
Primary school students recite poems and praise the motherland II
Pale yellow warmth
Even if my heart follows it
The Yellow River rushes and meanders on the land of the northland.
My heart is searching for it excitedly.
The Yangtze River rushes on the hot land in the south of China and reaches the East China Sea.
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It is a golden flash on the coast where China people live.
On both sides of the river is a paradise for longing.
Suddenly look up, the motherland is good.
Bow your head and be happy, and your hometown is beautiful
At the foot is the holy land I am pursuing, and I suddenly look back.
Love the motherland, but also love my hometown.
The years flow quietly, along the road of time.
The motherland is thriving.
Looking back on the past, a romantic figure through the ages
Look at the present, be a hero.
I am happy to walk on the country road.
So what?
You will know the paradise of flowers and birds when you are in the Rhododendron.
Walk into the grass sea and feel the tranquility of the sea;
The rising sun climbed from the sacred mountain, and countless willow branches danced with the sea;
Deep homesickness, who are you drunk with?
Who wrote the rural folk songs?
Stand in the breeze and feel the fragrance of green trees and weeds.
Spring blossoms for an instant, and it is infinitely warm.
All the country roads extend in all directions.
Patches of green woods adorn their hometown.
Suddenly, I feel that the sword against heaven is piercing the sky.