1. My dear motherland, even if I am not a poet, I will write a poem for you. My dear motherland, I love your lofty mountains and vast basins; I love your busy life and the tranquility of your ancient town. I love you, peony and a little flower. I love your bright voice and elegant voice; I love your bustling mottled; Loving you gives me a glimmer of hope in the whirlpool of life.
My dear motherland, you are like the sun, with hope, and a solid haven for/kloc-0.4 billion people. My dear motherland is both a noun and a color. My dear motherland, people sleep for you from morning till night. Someone will go through fire and water for you; Someone records the time for you and binds it into a book; Someone will guard the border for you and defend your country; Someone works for your scientific research, and the candle will not go out; Someone is proud of you. Sing it.
My dear motherland, as your spark, please allow me to write this poem for you.
In October, I wrote a poem for my motherland. I write with the sickle in my father's hand. The golden earth is a huge manuscript paper. I wrote soybeans and corn, peanuts and sorghum on it. Their rich meanings make my sentences full of vitality. I rushed to the carriage and gave my written poem to you, my motherland.
In October, I wrote a poem for my motherland. I wrote it with a needle and thread in my mother's hand. The moonlight everywhere is a piece of silver manuscript paper. I wrote my love, warmth, blessings and patches on it. From my grandfather to my father to me, I wrote down my generous love and family style. Under the witness of the light, I put my written poems on my body and read them to you one by one.
In October, I wrote a poem for my motherland. I wrote it with the broom in the cleaner's hand. The sleeping street is like a paved manuscript paper. I wrote dawn, golden sunshine, wet birds singing and bright hope on it. The street I wrote is very clean and spotless. Where's my handwriting? Those refreshing and fresh Chinese characters have long been sucked into the hearts of people who do morning exercises. On a new day, they will gently spit out fresh Chinese characters and gently read them to you, my motherland.