Sing for the motherland
I am not a poet, but I will write down the poems in my heart for you; I'm not a singer, but I want to present you with an affectionate hymn. Blue sky is my music score, the earth is my paper, and white clouds and running water are my beating notes. I want to write a song for you, song for you-my motherland, my mother.
Listen, the solemn declaration half a century ago, like a bookmark of history, opened a brand-new page of the motherland; Look, the boat pole moored on the South Lake, like an old man of years, witnessed the motherland moving from darkness to dawn. We love our motherland, so we can't forget history. How many children in history love their motherland as much as their mothers.
Qu Yuan threw himself into the river for his motherland. Wen Tianxiang's generous elegy is for the motherland; Facing the knife, Tan Sitong did not change his face and sang: "I laughed at the sky with a horizontal knife, leaving me with courage." He never forgot-it was his own country, too. How many years of wind and rain, how many years of test, how many years of struggle, how many years of growth.
When the flag of New China is raised high. Chinese sons and daughters stand up; When a great old man drew a beautiful blueprint for China with a firm attitude, China's children became rich. When the eyes of the world get to know China again, the sons and daughters of China become stronger. We, the children of New China, are the lucky ones of today's motherland.
Looking into the distance, our ideal has just begun, and our young hearts are stirring our deepest feelings for our mother. We are willing to be a wisp of red yarn on that flag and be baptized in the wind and rain; We want to be a little light on those five Venus, shining in the wind.
We look up at the sun and pray for you in our hearts: there will be no injured pigeons in the sky, no smoke filled with war in the air, and the lake will be as clear and transparent as our eyes.
Today is a good start. We stand on the stage of the new century, song for you, bless you. Let the surging Yangtze River and Yellow River testify, let the majestic Great Wall of Wan Li testify, and let the majestic Taihang Mountain testify. Look at your magnificent rise, which is the totem of Chinese rejuvenation. Go ahead, my motherland.