Long live the motherland! Long live the motherland! This heartfelt voice resounds inside and outside the Great Wall, north and south of the great river, and every sound is a rolling spring thunder. ...
Long live the motherland! Long live the motherland! This comes from inner praise. Flowers in spring are as beautiful, vivid and intoxicating as fruits in autumn.
Open 300 books of songs and open elegant hymns, and each page exudes dazzling brilliance; Touching the mottled marks on the murals, my eyes are filled with tears of pride.
Five thousand years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, four seasons of reincarnation, five thousand years of civilization cast a great soul; Whether it is an eagle or a dragon, the Chinese nation will stand in the east of the world.
China raised the banner of reform and opening up, and also raised our self-esteem and our moral position; Buildings have mushroomed on the earth, and the rivers and mountains in Wan Li have become more charming in the spring breeze.
Long live the motherland! Long live the motherland! The motherland strode forward in the cry; Long live the motherland! Long live the motherland! Prosperity came to us in cheers. ...
Spread a splendid picture for the motherland, we are humble fibers; Add flowers to the green trees of the motherland! We are budding buds.
Singing for the motherland's tomorrow, we are happy cuckoos, adding atmosphere to the celebration of the motherland, and we are colorful fireworks.
Long live the motherland! Long live the motherland! This hymn has been sung from generation to generation; It ignited every nerve, every passion, and dedicated his life to the prosperity of the motherland!
China, my dear motherland.
China, my dear motherland, you are as tall and straight as the Great Wall, tall and majestic. You have experienced repeated snow and ice, and experienced thousands of years of sun and wind.
The skeleton of the country is cast into steel battlements. The blood of the nation flows in the river. Ah, China, my dear motherland! Now you are no longer riddled with holes, showing the majestic physique of a giant. I used to be a loyal person, standing guard for you day and night and patrolling for you. China, my dear motherland! Like the Yangtze River, you are famous for cranes, nurturing hardworking and brave people and building the four modernizations. You have expanded your grand plan. Among the flowers, a hundred birds contend, and the Chinese holy land is full of flowers and beautiful trees. Ah, China, my dear motherland. China, my dear motherland! The green fields are full of fertile fields, and the workshops are full of laughter. I want to turn a colorful cloud into beautiful scenery and beautiful mountains and rivers.
Me and my country
The motherland is the Yangtze River, the motherland is the Yellow River, the motherland is Kunlun, and the motherland is the five mountains. The motherland is the dawn of the East China Sea, the blue waves of the South Lake, the Songtao of Changbai Mountain, and Xue Rui in the north. The motherland is the grapes of Turpan, the pineapples of Hainan Island, the porcelain of Jingdezhen and the red leaves of Xishan. But I want to say that the motherland is you, but I want to say that the motherland is me. The motherland is a big family with a population of 654.38+0.3 billion, and it is a collection of all the sons and daughters of the Chinese nation.
The motherland is big, big, big. There are towering mountains and wide rivers with a total area of 9.6 million square kilometers. The motherland is very small, very small, very small. It is printed on my heart and left on my tongue. It rises and falls with my breath and my pulse. It is in my body, integrated with my body. It is every nerve in my body, it is every drop of blood in my blood vessels. It is my every heartbeat, it is every bone in my body.
You can take my flowers. You can take my green leaves. You can take my fruit. You can take my poem. But you can't! You can't take away my motherland! The motherland is me, and I am the motherland. Just like a bowl of water and milk blend with each other, just like a unified body is inseparable. It is a big tree, I am one of its birds, and my singing will make it furry. Motherland! My dear motherland. ..