Wuhuashan is dyed when the forest is full.
Poetry praising the territory of the motherland
Let me revel in Qiu Guang in the north again and again.
Hang your grand map on the wall very devoutly.
My study suddenly filled with warm light.
Look at this body with 56 flowers.
Sing with 56 kinds of radical notes
Oriental Dragon, my mind is wandering in the waters of my motherland, Qian Shan.
My eyes
In your pulse.
Feathering into a flock of white pigeons flying over the mountains.
Draw a beautiful arc in the soaring passion.
My finger
Stretching in your magnificent river
Red carp and baiji in the trough are like peaks.
Pursuing the footprints of the ancient Yangtze River and Yellow River in happiness
my heart
Plant it on your fertile land.
Grow into a fragrant wheat wave and a honey-flowing fruit forest
Enjoy the melody of the field of hope in the joy of harvest
My dream
Like a smart and excited little squirrel.
Jump into your huge network.
Looking for every achievement of scientific development in Shenzhou, Wan Li.
My soul
Embedded in your 5000-year-old forehead.
Filled with pearls shining in spring.
I am a Zen who has shed its shell in suffering.
Suck your colorful juice
Sing happily about the regrets of life and home.
I am a dragonfly who is good at spreading wings.
Flying over the light of bauhinia
Lotus over Macao waters
Fly over the lingering channel
The wind in Sun Moon Lake and Alishan
Into a dream to dispel homesickness
Chasing five bright stars
Appreciate the connotation of your red flag style and the preciousness of your journey.
On the steep cliff of Mount Everest
I am a beam of saussurea involucrata illuminated by flames.
The back of Wan Li Great Wall.
I am the first thunder when the sleeping lion wakes up.
Drifting on the Yangtze River, I took a cross-strait sightseeing boat across Chung Shan Man.
Riding on the grassland, my rushing cry brought back my bold dance.
Gobi Silk Road I am the bright moon that Tian Fei gave to the Green Camel Team.
Tianya Haijiao, I am a steaming cloud, and Xia Wei is swaying in the willow wind.
In a peaceful and quiet time and space
The melody of Dongfanghong gives us the strength to forge ahead tragically.
In the ever-changing cause of reform and opening up
The story of spring gives us great courage and wisdom.
On the road to the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation
The will of self-improvement and scientific development is laying the foundation for the rise of a powerful country.
Motherland, let the voice of top gun
Once again from the heart of the Yellow River.
Let the thriving prosperity and the flower of strength
In the bright sunshine, it is fresh, elegant and colorful.
Facing the rise and competition of the world's strong forests
We are confident to start from your 6 1 birthday.
Towards a more brilliant future.