Singing the Motherland Recitation 0 1 Singing the Motherland
(Male collar) Through the eyes of history, we stand on the shoulders of years and overlook.
In the stormy waves of Hukou of the Yellow River, we heard an enduring passion.
In Xue Hai, Mount Everest, we stare at a kind of true purity that remains unchanged for thousands of years.
In the tunnel of Qin terracotta warriors and horses, we feel a kind of courage and depth.
Ah, motherland, you are the land under your feet.
(Female) The mountains and rivers that once galloped with horses and cattle were also giants in the Qin and Han Dynasties.
This used to be the ruins of the watchtower looted by Eight-Nation Alliance. This used to be a land where thousands of miles of naked people ate bran and swallowed vegetables.
You are a land of perseverance and self-improvement.
(Female collar) You are the mother who gave birth to me and raised me. Through the eyes of history, we stand on the shoulders of years and look down.
(Male collar) We saw the birth of a giant in the blue waves of South Lake.
(Male) A sickle roared to break all the shackles of the old world, and a hammer shouted to break the dawn of a new China.
(Female collar) Look, the red azaleas all over Jinggangshan are a chapter that makes Li Sao marvel at Chu Ci.
(Male collar) Listen, the crisp gunfire over Nanchang is a kind of charm that makes bronze Qin servants stunned.
The Yangtze River, give me strength, let me grow up in the Yellow River, give me wisdom, let me mature the Great Wall and Mount Tai, give me a stalwart body, and give me unlimited power to sweep away the dark world.
(Female collar) In the warm embrace of the motherland, I learned how to face difficulties and hardships, which is a solid arm of the motherland.
Lift me up like a flying dragon standing in the east of the world.
Ah, your motherland is really great. You raised 10,000 heroic children in Qian Qian with milk. You watered this fertile land with sweat. You have cultivated our firm belief with hard work. You loudly declared the end of the old times. You are the endless motivation in our life. You are a safe haven for our children to return from a long voyage.
Through the eyes of history, we stand on the other side of the future and look back at the past.
(Female collar) In the incense of Mazu Tempel, we heard the song of the Seven Sons singing in the blue water of Danshui Bay.
We smelled the scent of bauhinia.
(Male collar) In the majestic modeling of the Millennium Monument, we feel the forceful pace of the new century.
(Female) In spring, the marchers came to us with vigorous steps, and the countryside was covered with green clothes, and the mountains and waters were green.
There is a breath of spring in the air.
(M) It makes the city dressed in green, with lush trees and flowers everywhere. Even our songs have many youthful melodies echoing.
The spring of the motherland is opening the door to national rejuvenation, and the spring of the motherland is blowing the horn to wake up the sleeping.
Spring in the motherland makes the countryside full of green and the city noisy.
In the spring of the motherland, you are opening your mind to the youth and firm belief of your children.
(Male collar) This is an era of connecting the past with the future, new opportunities and new challenges.
(Female collar) This is an ever-changing era, with innovative knowledge and keeping pace with the times.
This is an era of connecting the past with the future and opening up the future. We shoulder the heavy responsibility and look forward to a bright future. Our motherland is advancing in the sea of flowers. We play the trumpet, gongs and drums.
The motherland is advancing in the spring breeze. We write our blessings on our faces and our expectations in our hearts.
The motherland is marching on the road of the new century. We strung the stars with songs and hung them in the tunnel of time and space.
The sky hopes that you can always hear your child's voice.
(Male collar, female collar) Motherland, our great mother, you are striding towards the new century and your tomorrow.
(Female collar) Bless you, motherland.
Your people bless you.
Zu Guosong recited 02 "Love the motherland and love my hometown more"
Even if my heart follows it
The Yellow River rushes and meanders on the land of the northland.
My heart is searching for it excitedly.
The Yangtze River rushes on the hot land in the south of China and reaches the East China Sea.
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It is a golden flash on the coast where China people live.
On both sides of the river is a paradise for longing.
Suddenly look up, the motherland is good.
Bow your head and be happy, and your hometown is beautiful
At the foot is the holy land I am pursuing, and I suddenly look back.
Love the motherland, but also love my hometown.
The years flow quietly, along the road of time.
The motherland is thriving.
Looking back on the past, a romantic figure through the ages
Look at the present, be a hero.
I am happy to walk on the country road.
So what?
You will know the paradise of flowers and birds when you are in the Rhododendron.
Walk into the grass sea and feel the tranquility of the sea;
The rising sun climbed from the sacred mountain, and countless willow branches danced with the sea;
Deep homesickness, who are you drunk with?
Who wrote the rural folk songs?
Stand in the breeze and feel the fragrance of green trees and weeds.
Spring blossoms for an instant, and it is infinitely warm.
All the country roads extend in all directions.
Patches of green woods adorn their hometown.
Suddenly, I feel that the sword against heaven is piercing the sky.
Love the motherland, but also love my hometown.
Song of Zuguo 03 "Motherland, My Dear Motherland"
Shu Ting
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
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I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
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Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
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I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
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I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
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Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
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Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
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