My motherland, my mother's poetry reading.

Motherland, my mother along the banks of the Yellow River, I barefoot on the loess, step by step to find, find the legendary footprints. Five thousand years of impact, five thousand years of accumulation, five thousand years of wind and rain, five thousand years of heroic pride! Heavy, in this magical yellow land issued a cry of the East; Gently, with the clearest and most affectionate tone, sing the great ancient civilization. Standing on the snowy plateau, I asked again and again in the direction of the rising sun, asking the goddess the connotation of mending the sky. From dark clouds to Langlang Gankun, from the long night to the light, we cross mountains and seas, we split weeds and thorns, we hold up the backbone of mountains with our bodies, and we exchange blood for Vientiane renewal! When a voice echoes in the sky, when the five-star red flag flutters in Tiananmen Square, ah, motherland, you are my boiling blood and stirring heart! Along the Yangtze River, I am full of infatuation, exploring again and again, exploring the profundity and purity of truth. There have been ups and downs, and there have been hesitations; There have been setbacks and falls. Let it rise and fall, it has its own opinions! What is broad and profound? What is sentiment and conduct? What is noble and humble? What is faith and confidence? Look at the big waves, fight for the current, listen to the gongs and drums, and the horses scream! Ah, motherland, I would like to be a child in your arms, even for thousands of years, it will not change my mind! listen to