National Day Poetry: "Motherland, I am proud of you"
When the majestic Huabiao,
Let the tall and straight body be covered with the dawn,
When the majestic Tiananmen Square,
Let the wind and clouds welcome the rising sun.
In the ears of history,
the rumble of the salute echoed,
the overwhelming echo,
is the vicissitudes of China Echoes of great change.
A giant looked down at the world,
The loud voice,
The whole world heard it,
The Chinese People*** The Republic of China was established!
When the first five-star red flag rose slowly,
The flag of victory,
fluttered in the wind in the clear sky,
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The people raised their heads,
The whole world has seen it,
The Chinese people have stood up since then!
This history condenses the grandeur ,
Enjoy the sunshine of October,
This impassioned momentum,
builds a monument standing in the east of the world.
The glorious era,
with strong hands,
wrote the glorious chapter of New China,
the people proudly guided the country .
Suffering mother,
wiping away the tears in her eyes,
revealing her inner joy and heartfelt joy,
the motherland marching forward boldly To achieve prosperity and strength.
Praise our history,
There is the myth that Pangu created the world,
burst out the light of life.
Praise our history,
The glory of the four great inventions,
is sown in this barren land.
To eulogize our history,
with the sage wisdom of Laozi and Confucius,
the holy fire of thousands of years of civilization illuminates us.
Praise our history,
Silk porcelain has traveled far across the ocean,
Everyone knows that it comes from our hometown.
Celebrating our history.
The majestic lineup of terracotta warriors and horses rushed out of the wolf smoke.
Praise our history,
that stands majestic,
the strength of the Great Wall.
Praise our history,
This land that is thousands of years old,
has left many tragic and tragic things,
that East Asia The sick man's hat of shame for centuries was finally thrown to the Pacific Ocean by us.
We realized our dream of rebuilding the country.
In the fifty-four spring and autumn years,
the beautiful land is in full bloom.
In the fifty-four spring and autumn years,
the mountains and rivers are picturesque and poetic.
In the fifty-four spring and autumn years,
the roaring iron bulls groomed the singing voices of the fields,
and rolled out the joy and singing of the harvest.
In the fifty-four spring and autumn years,
the oil-poor country arched its backbone of steel, and
the oil derricks stood in the sea of ??sand and ocean.
In the fifty-four spring and autumn years,
a rainbow crossed the Yangtze River,
the majestic Three Gorges Dam locked thousands of miles of vastness.
In the fifty-four spring and autumn years,
the red clouds of "two bombs" pierced the sky,
satellites traveled through space one after another.
In the fifty-four spring and autumn years,
the people's army is mighty and majestic,
defending the country's iron and copper walls.
In the fifty-four spring and autumn years,
the people harnessed the spring breeze of reform and realized the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.
Across our future,
In this sacred land,
A power that shocks the world emerges,
Glorious and peaceful Pride glows with glory.
My motherland,
I am proud of you,
The splendid culture of the Chinese nation,
merges into the long river of history,< /p>
Forever stirring in my chest.
My motherland,
I am proud of you,
In this wonderful and magical land,
the hope of taking off has once again sprouted,
The giant pen of history will draw your glory in the new century!