A poem about the boundless love of Zhouqu Mudslide, praising the motherland.

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Poetry: Three Zhouqu Songs

Niu Qingguo

In the early morning of August 8, 2010

Zhouqu’s skin was torn A piece was torn

Blood was flowing and tears were flowing

The painful motherland frowned

The pain made the prime minister of *** and the country squat down< /p>

He wanted to cover the painful part with his hand

He told Zhouqu that he must hold on

Zhouqu nodded

Yes, when it hurts

we just grit our teeth

and carry it with all our shoulders

There is no disaster that cannot be overcome

The second person who did not shed tears in pain

shed tears at that moment

because he saw a red flag on the ruins

The red flag is the motherland< /p>

The red flag is family

The red flag is hope

You listen to the footsteps approaching from far away

You listen to the sounds of family members Calling

People in pain

Being gently lifted up by the motherland

Three

Yes, disasters always come unexpectedly< /p>

But disaster has never defeated mankind

Look at our eagle

Still flying high in the blue sky of Zhouqu

We Our horses

are still galloping on the grassland of Zhouqu

Our Gesang flowers

are still singing on the land of Zhouqu

Zhouqu will always be our beautiful home