I have thought more than once, what is the motherland?
I think, think, every time I think of the word "motherland",
There was a gentle wave in my heart and crystal tears in my eyes.
Blood will flow in my veins. ...
What is the motherland?
She is a mountain, a sea, a forest and a meadow.
It is a village, a city, a vast desert and rolling hills.
What is the motherland? She is a kitchen smoke, a pigeon whistle and a dragon boat on the Dragon Boat Festival.
It is the torch of Mid-Autumn Festival and the warm kiss of lovers behind the wooden fence.
Is the baby babbling in the cradle,
Mom made pancakes in the pot, and dad told me when he was away from home.
What is the motherland? She is the embodiment of Confucius, Laozi and Zhuangzi.
This is a poem by Qu Yuan, Li Bai and Lu You.
It is the prose of Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan and Su Shi.
It was written by Li Yu, Li Qingzhao and Xin Qiji.
This was painted by Badashanren, Zheng Banqiao and Qi Baishi.
This is the calligraphy of Mi Fei, Huang Gu and Lin Sanzhi.
Is the creation of the smartest people before us,
It is the result of my most respected masters.
What is the motherland? She was humiliated again and again, she fought again and again,
Fail again and again, rise again and again. She is a gun in a soldier's hand,
The blood on the neck of a brave man is a carnival after victory and an immortal chapter in history books.
There are many beautiful places in the world. But is there Huangshan Mountain there? Is there a Yellow River?
Is there a Yangtze River? Is there a Great Wall? Did my mother have clothes when she gave birth to me?
Are there any footprints that I trudged step by step?
There are those that my relatives and friends and I are used to.
Hard to say folk customs?
Is there a local Huangmei opera that makes me feel sad when I start humming?
No, since there are none of these, then the motherland is an irreplaceable place.
Motherland, she is an endless love song and an endless beautiful article.
She is where our ancestors and ancestors lived.
It is also the place where our children and grandchildren live and develop.
I have thought about it more than once, what is the motherland?
I miss, miss, my dear motherland. )