Author: Xie Yalu
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a clear voice:
This land illuminated by the sun,
This river that always ripples with our joy,
This quiet and fresh wind,
And the incomparable clear sound of books coming from the campus. ...
-Then I laughed,
Even laughter penetrated into the earth.
Why is there always a smile in my eyes?
Because I love this land innocently ...
I love this campus.
Author: Xie Yalu
If I were a grass,
I should also dance with my soft waist,
This campus decorated by Xia Guang,
This is always the cradle of young dreams.
This long figure is running actively,
There is also a faint book fragrance coming from the classroom ...
-Then I withered,
Even leaves rot in the soil.
Why is there always a smile on my mouth?
Because I like this campus so much. ...
I love this land.
Oberle card game played by three people.
If I were a drop of jade dew
I also want to integrate this transparent body into:
This misty and rainy slender West Lake,
This Shangri-La always attracts our interest.
This fragrant hill with red leaves falling quietly,
And the simple Hagia Sophia in Little Paris in the East.
-And then I got hooked,
Even eyes were fixed on the charming scene.
Why are my eyes always full of hope?
Because I love this land. ...
I like this music.
Fang Jingbo
If I were a piano,
I should also play clear notes:
This kind of music that people will remember for a long time,
This staff that interprets the joys and sorrows of life,
This mysterious rest,
And the incredible power of music. ...
-Then I laughed,
Even laughter is integrated into the music.
Why do I often have a smile on my mouth?
Because I have liked this music for a long time. ...
I love this land. I love this sentimental land.
Two years ago, I walked into this elegant and beautiful Jiangnan town from the open and vast North China Plain. Perhaps the rugged mountains in the north, the fast-flowing water and the simple folk customs have branded me too heavily and deeply in my memory. I have an emotional knot for the exquisite jasper-like family in the south of the Yangtze River and the indifferent human feelings behind the charm of modern cities.
It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, which is my first impression when I first arrived in the south. Rain is always like fog and smoke, falling slowly, making people's thoughts linger in a daze. Time, like a raging wave, keeps rushing to the beach, taking away the past sand and leaving fresh shells. Slowly, the picturesque scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, the story of Bai Niangniang's loyalty and affection, and the just artillery fire of Jiao Shan Fort against the invaders all made me feel that I was too naive and extreme before. There used to be a small wooden boat that just appeared in the shadow in Baiyangdian Lake in North China, and didn't the grassland in Laomaoshan area also ambush guerrillas who made the enemy frightened? The snow in the northland is heroic, and the tenderness in Jiang Nanyu is full of admirable elasticity. Yes, they are two pearls of China. Who can tell which one is brighter and which one is more charming? I began to like this beautiful land from the bottom of my heart. But vaguely, I feel that she seems to be missing something, not so perfect and not so ideal. Yeah, what's missing? Is it the harmonious neighborhood of the quadrangle in the north, or the apology after the bicycle collision on the road, or ... I thought for a long, long time.
In the north, when it comes to southerners, it is always said: "Business is a thief." Under the impact of modern commodity tide, under the temptation of money, under the attack of colorful western foreign goods, foreign ideas and theories, the south seems to be the first to fall into this whirlpool. With the continuous improvement of material living standards and the satisfaction of spiritual life, the warmth of the world seems to be a "forgotten corner". I really feel sorry for this lost precious feeling, and I also think about how to get it back and make this land more admirable.
The heavy rain in July, pouring down, shocked me: how can the charming Jiangnan resist this ruthless rampage? A farmland was flooded, a factory stopped production, and a family was in a hurry ... The world was boundless and covered by this rare rainstorm. In this ruthless season, the outstanding sons and daughters of Jiangnan stepped forward. Among them, Comrade Zhou Yishun, an ordinary villager in his forties and a deputy to the National People's Congress, gave his life bravely to eliminate the danger. There are countless cadres in party member who lead the masses to fight on flood control levees and the front line of flood control. They fight against nature and fate with their own flesh and blood and will. Some people lie on this beautiful land and rest forever, and never get up again. When the wild horse-like flood finally retreated to the front of the city wall and the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River revived, I couldn't help exclaiming loudly: What a tragic story! What a land of affection! What a group of heroic sons and daughters of Jiangnan! For the sake of the country, the collective and others, they would rather abandon the feelings of mother and daughter, husband and wife, father and son, and integrate themselves into this flood-fighting torrent of "heartless people", and their feelings have sublimated to a higher level. This is really a land of affection. If not, how can we raise such a loving child?
The emotional knot in my heart was finally untied. In the process of reform and opening up, Jiangnan has not lost its original innocence and nature, but has added more abundant colors. It has not only cultivated many outstanding talents, but also created and continues to create groups of ordinary and great ordinary people who are full of infinite affection for the people.
I love this passionate land, and I have planted a deep wish on this land: to carry forward national traditions and pursue modern elegance! I am proud that I am also a grass in this land.
3. Imitation (I love this land) Original: If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this river of grief and indignation that will always surge with us, this endless angry wind, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest ...-Later I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... my imitation: I love this sea ... If I were a fish, I would swim with my weak body. This is the coast that has been hit by the surging waves, and it will always impact our surging tides. It's like the passionate waves rushing forward and the extremely silent breathing from the bottom of the sea ...-Then I died, and even the scales were dissolved in the sea. Why do I always feel gratified? Because I have a strong love for this sea.
4. If I were a moth and imitate "I love this land",
I should also fly with delicate wings;
This is still taken through the lampshade.
This will always burn the flame of our efforts,
It consumes its own candle tears all the time in fanaticism,
Stars from the distant sky.
Then, I died,
Even the wings are burning in flames.
Why do I long for fire?
Because I love light deeply.
I like this stream.
Wu linjuan
If I were a fish,
I should also swim thin.
The stream was struck by lightning,
This will sweep our fast-moving ocean forever,
This hot air blows everywhere,
Charming dusk in the desert ...
Then, I died,
Even fish scales rot in streams.
Why do I often leave memories in my mind,
Because I love this stream deeply. ...
If I were a bird,
I should also fly with broken wings:
This big tree bathed in sunshine,
This will wash the nectar in our hearts forever,
This quiet and lingering warm wind,
The incomparable light from heaven. ...
-then, I smiled;
Even the songs echoed in the sky.
Why is there always hope in my heart?
Because I love this tree purely. ...
Only the cloud knows.
If I were a cloud,
I should also mourn with white wings:
This morning, shrouded in dense fog,
This will always mark our bumpy road,
This sporadic flower blooms indomitable,
The faint starlight in the sky ...
Then, I left,
There is not a trace left.
Why are you the protagonist in my dream?
Because you are all my prayers. ...
Persistence and eternity
If I were a tree.
I can also use dead leaves,
Dance against the wind.
The body was destroyed by the cold autumn wind.
This arm was hit by the cold autumn rain.
These hands were frozen with cold autumn frost.
It looks forward to emerging from the clouds next spring.
The first ray of sunshine falls. ...
Then I came back to life,
Even the lark sings in my palm.
Why do I long for a new life?
Because I am temporarily obsessed with eternity.
I love this land-Jinjiang Composition 500 words This land has nurtured us. But do we realize that this land is getting better day by day?
This land is the hometown of Wei Yuan, a thinker in Qing Dynasty. He was the most discerning person who "opened his eyes to see the world" during the Opium War. He not only invaded loyal opposition, but also attached importance to understanding and learning western science and technology as an important method to deal with aggression. He well carried out and waved Lin Zexu's understanding and study of western thoughts and practices in Atlas of the Sea, and put forward the correct slogan of "learning from foreigners". He is the pride of Shaoyang. As the former residence of Wei Yuan, I am deeply proud. I also love this land deeply.
This land has a world cultural heritage-Wolf Mountain. His natural landscape is unique. What strange stone peaks and deep caves. Fuyi in the upper reaches of Zijiang River winds north and south, with picturesque scenery, the beauty of Guilin, the tranquility of Qingcheng Mountain and the grandeur of Mount Tai. This mountain is the pride of Shaoyang. I love this mountain and I deeply love this land.
This land has the reputation of "Citrus City". The citrus here, as long as you break off a petal and take a bite, the sweet juice will flow into your mouth and stay immersed in your heart. It is not only delicious, but also has a nice name-Xuefeng tangerine, which was personally named by Premier Zhou after tasting it! This orange is the pride of Shaoyang. I love this orange, and I deeply love this land.
This land is picturesque and has four distinct seasons. Vibrant and fragrant spring; Summer with scorching sun and lush grass; Resplendent and fruity autumn; Winter wrapped in silver and made of powder and Daiyu. Mimi's stream is crystal clear. Fish swim around in the water, free, like playing with tourists! This scene is the pride of Shaoyang. I love this scene, and I deeply love this land.
It is the wish of hundreds of millions of people to build this land into a civilized, harmonious and rich city! He is our hometown. We will add color to his bright future with high morale and full enthusiasm, and with the sweat of youth and wisdom. Because we love this land deeply.
Is there a place you will never forget?
Has your heart been calling him affectionately?
Are your eyes full of tears?
And this place called "hometown", I believe that with the joint efforts of Shaoyang people, the future of Shaoyang will be better and better.
6. Imitation: "I love this land" If I were a cloud, I would also walk with a brisk pace; This land illuminated by the sun, this happy stream flowing forward forever, this dazzling star shining forever, and the fresh breeze from the forest ...-Then I turned into rain, and even my tears melted into the soil.
Why are my eyes full of tears? Because I love this land deeply ... If I am a broken ship in the Wang Yang, I will also use worn-out mastsails to point out the way forward: the rough sea, the never-ending storm, the dazzling sun slanting at this time, and my inner excitement landing ...-Then I sank, and even the tarpaulin was crushed in the sea. Why do I often have wounds? Because I love the sea deeply.