The majestic Oriental Golden Tide School is striding forward.
Rock the five continents and innovate the concept of Kangtai.
Explore the sea in the south and look up at the stars.
Guide the world to change, promote righteousness, and establish pines and cypresses.
Brilliant chapters add luster, and Chinese children are a new generation.
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Peach blossoms shake three mountains, and red apricots shine in four fields.
Shenzhen tanks broke new roads, and Pudong infantry rose to catch up.
The competition in science and technology is endless, and the journey opens up new ideas.
A new page has been added to the earth book. China's paper is expensive in history.
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China has its own heroic spirit, looking at five continents and the world.
The blueprint is new, and Hainan has drawn a circle.
Open the window to create a new system and set a benchmark for the free trade platform.
It once added a rainbow to the wasteland, and the South China Sea became a mulberry field.
2. Classical Poetry of Reform and Opening-up: China in Spring.
Yang shuntao
The breeze blows across my face, with beautiful legends,
The sunshine reflects a smile and writes a deep hymn.
My parents, brothers and sisters,
Walking on the land of hope is full of vitality.
Listen to the wheat seedlings heading and jointing in the field,
Look at the tall buildings in the town.
How many generations and years of rich and powerful dreams,
Light up today's thriving life.
The river is swaying in the blue waves, depicting a magnificent scene.
Mountains and rivers bear new fruits and hold out the joy of harvest.
My white-haired mother, friends and relatives,
Wandering in happy years, healthy and happy.
The more you listen to happy songs, the more you sing.
You see how free the sweet life is,
Endless pursuit from generation to generation,
It has created a thriving scene in front of us.
China, the place where the winter jasmine blooms,
Ushered in a beautiful sunny moment;
China, the place where the winter jasmine blooms,
It ushered in an era of prosperity and peace.
Poetic village
Yang shuntao
Clear water ripples day and night,
The green hills sparkle,
Colorful flowers smile brightly,
The seedlings in the field got a bumper harvest.
Road connection hope,
Rows of tall buildings support the scenery,
People walk in the painting as if they were in heaven.
Beautiful hometown, poetic countryside.
The vast hillside has changed.
Pieces of desolation put on new clothes,
The happy farmer is proud,
The residents in the tall building smell of alcohol.
Wave after wave of songs sang happily,
Smile to meet prosperity,
People laugh in their dreams and meet good times.
Rich hometown, poetic countryside.
The motherland in full bloom
Yang shuntao
In spring, you smile in many colors.
In summer, you are full of youthful elegance,
In autumn, you reap the fruits all over the mountains.
In winter, you are engraved with poetic charm.
Motherland, the motherland in full bloom,
Sailing in your river,
Prosperity sings in your land;
The grandeur of your mountain and the grandeur of your stage,
Let all Chinese sons and daughters be passionate.
In spring, you have sown the persistence of generations.
In summer, you thrive,
In autumn, you show the prosperity of the north and south of the river.
In winter, you glow with warm blood.
Motherland, the motherland in full bloom,
Hope to run on your avenue,
Happiness flashes in your years;
The fertility of your land and the vastness of your sky,
Let every Chinese people leap forward.
China's smile
Yang shuntao
The color of flowers permeates every street,
The song of the wind conveys the beauty of life.
Seeing that the sun is new every day,
Hope and happiness go hand in hand.
China's smile is suitable for all ages.
China's smile, heartfelt pride.
Listen, China's voice is full of passion and creativity.
China's smile makes the beautiful world particularly charming.
The vitality of spring covers every corner,
Autumn harvest stirs the wave of dreams.
See, miracles happen every day,
Happiness and peace keep young people young.
China's smile intoxicated the young and the old.
China's smile comes from national pride.
Listen, China's story is legendary and wonderful.
China's smile makes the touched world wonderful.
3. Are there any poems to celebrate the 40th anniversary of Lushan's reform and opening up? On the way to bid Meng Haoran farewell to Yangzhou, Li Bai's old friend went out of the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. Li Baichao, Bai Dicheng's early departure, Bai Di Caiyun's words, thousands of miles away in Jiangling, one day back.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills. Looking at Tianmen Mountain, Li Bai's Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River.
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. Looking at Lushan Waterfall, Li Bai's Rizhao incense burner gives off purple smoke, and looks at thousands of waterfalls.
Flying down to thousands of feet on the 3rd, it is suspected that the Milky Way gave Wang Lun Li Bai. Li Bai was about to leave by boat when he heard a song on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Emei Mountain Moon White Emei Mountain Mid-Autumn Festival, shadow into Pingqiang water. In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.
One spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute and Li Bai's Yu Di dancing, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Crying at the Qing Dynasty, Li Bai resigned from the imperial capital in the Qing Dynasty in Japan and set sail around Penghu. Like a bright moon, the sea does not return, and the mood of missing you is like a faint cloud hanging over Yuntai Mountain.
Send the guests back to Li Bai's Mirror Lake. The flowing water is clear, and the fanatics return to the boat, which is as prosperous as brocade. In ancient times, I wrote to Taoist Ubak to exchange geese, and you must have such fun.
Li Bai, Lan Ling, Hakka wine tulip, jade bowl amber light. But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was.
Send Di Zongheng and Wang Changling, clear water and green mountains and cicadas at dusk in autumn, and Luoyang is full of trees and cigarettes. Farewells are endless, and I cherish the cool weather.
Send firewood to serve Wang Changling's flowing water to meet Wugang, and send you without feeling sad. You and I went all the way to the green hills in the rain, at the top of the moon in both places?
See King Wei Changling Zui Xiang with orange pomelo, and the river wind draws rain into the boat to cool it. Imagine that you are alone in the xiaoxiang moon, listening to the long ape with a melancholy dream.
Farewell Li Ping Wang Changling sharpening his knife and leaving, and tomorrow he will sail to Chang 'an. The slow dance of black-bone chicken makes you drunk, and the green maple is white and cold.
In Wang Changling, I left Xin Jian at Furong Inn, where it was freezing and rainy, and I entered Wu at night. In Pingming, Fujian and Chushan are lonely. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
The Spring Palace Qu Wang Changling opened a peach well last night, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang. Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.
A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night, Li Shangyin asked about the untimely return date, and the rain rose to Qiuchi in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night? Back to my hometown, write about why I left home when I was young, and the local accent did not change.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the visitors come from. Looking at the east of my hometown, the messenger of the capital was in tears at the meeting. Don't use paper and pencil immediately when you meet, and leave a message to report peace. This is a common meeting to see the house of Du Fu and Qi Wang downstream, and Cui has heard of it several times.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance. William Wang luminous glass wine, if you want to drink pipa, you should urge it immediately.
Drunk in the battlefield, you don't laugh. A few people who fought in ancient times returned to Wei Wuying. In Chuzhou, Xixi, there are poor grasses and streams, and there are orioles and singing in the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Night parking near Fengqiao, Zhang Ji, cold night, Jiang Feng, fishing, fire, I am worried about not sleeping. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Cold food Han Yichun city is full of flowers, and cold food is inclined to the east wind and willows. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
Spring resentment willow screen window sunset dusk, no one sees tears in the golden house. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.
People complain that Liu's old Jin River restored Yutong, and his horse policy and knife ring in North Korea. In the late spring when it snows heavily, the Great Wall, a journey across the Yellow River and around Montenegro.
Gong Ci Gu Kuang went on strike for half a day, and the wind sent Gong Yi to laugh and make peace. The moon palace moves, only listening to the monotonous ticking of the night leak; Rolling up the crystal curtains, I seem to be close to the Milky Way.
One night, I heard the flute on the wall of Shouxiang, and Li Yi returned to Yue Feng as sand as snow, and the moon outside the city as frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
There are many weeds and flowers beside Liuyuxi Suzaku Bridge in Wuyi Lane, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
Liu Yuxi's "The New Makeup of Spring Poetry Should Be Below Zhu Lou" deeply locks the sadness of a hospital in spring. Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta.
Bai Juyi, a poet in the harem, wept a silk scarf and sang in the temple before midnight. Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.
Give it to my wife, Zhang Hu, who has forbidden to leave moon marks on the trees in the palace and only allowed to see the heron nest. By the light of the lamp, I plucked the Hosta and carried the flame of the lamp to rescue the flame moth.
"Zhang Hu", one of the two songs in Lingtai, is set off by the setting sun, and mangroves bloom. Last night, the emperor gave me a new gift, and Tae-jung came into the curtain with a smile.
Mrs Guo, the second of the two songs in Lingtai, thanked the Lord and rode into the palace gate. But I don't think the color is dirty, and it is supreme to sweep the eyebrows.
In Jindu Hill Building at Nanjing Ferry, pedestrians can worry about themselves overnight. The hazy moon is setting, and Guazhou is on the other side of the spark.
Palace words Zhu Qingyu closed the courtyard door when she was lonely, and the beauty stood side by side with Qiong Xuan. County magistrate Liu, everyone wants to talk about the sadness in the palace. No one dares to reveal his depression in front of the parrot.
Last night, a red candle stopped in Zhu Qingyu's bridal chamber. On the eve of studying in Beijing, she went to pay homage to her aunt and uncle in front of Secretary Zhang and Xiaotang. Make-up whispered to her husband, is thrush fashionable or not? Before going to Xing Wu, I climbed the Leyou Tomb. Du Mu was incompetent in the Qing Dynasty. He liked lonely clouds and quiet monks.
I want to send the crowd to the rivers and seas, and I want to look up at Zhaoling in Leyuan Scenic Area. Du Mu in Chibi lost his halberd, Shen Shatie didn't sell it, washed it, and recognized the former dynasty.
If the east wind is not convenient for Zhou Yu, I'm afraid the outcome will be Cao Cao's victory and Er Qiao's detention in Tongquetai. Park Qinhuai Dumu smoke cage, cold water and moon sand, the restaurant near Qinhuai in the park at night.
Businessmen don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing "backyard flowers" across the river. Letter to Han Chuo The green hills of Tumu, the magistrate of Yangzhou, are full of water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs? I sent Du Mu to the Jianghu to carry wine, with a thin waist and a light palm. Yangzhou's ten years, like a dream, wake up, but in the brothel women this is a fickle reputation.
In autumn, Du Mu's "Silver Candle Qiu Guang" painted a cold screen, waving a small fan and pouncing on fireflies. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Du, one of the two farewell songs, curled up more than thirteen times, and cardamom was crowned in early February. In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
In the second of the two farewell songs, Du Mu always seemed heartless, but he couldn't laugh until he felt dead. The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Du Mu in Jingu Garden is full of fragrance and flowing water is ruthless. At dusk, the east wind complains about birds, and the fallen flowers still fall like people. Message to Hu Ling Song Secretary Li Shangyinshu has been away from home for a long time, and both carp are paper and pen.
Please don't ask me about the joys and sorrows of Lao Liangyuan; I am like a disease in the autumn rain, Sima Xiangru. Because of Li Shangyin, there is a cloud screen with infinite charm, and Fengcheng is cold and afraid of spring nights.
Married a high-ranking official's husband for no reason, not loving warm incense, but wanting to ascend the throne early. Li Shangyin of Sui Palace went south on a whim, and there was no martial law. Who kept the letter of protest? Spring breeze cuts palace brocade all over the country, half as barrier mud and half as sails. Li Shangyin, Yaochi's grandmother, opened the window and Huang Zhu sang sadly.
Eight gentlemen went to Wan Li three times, why didn't you come back? On Chang 'an, the shadow of the mother screen is deep, and the long river is gradually falling.
4. Is there a short poem about reform and opening-up: A jar of wine has been brewed for 30 years-for the 30th anniversary of reform and opening-up, through the 30-year-long just visiting, you can make the sun and the moon shine with a flick of your finger, but you can make your heart strong and your dreams fly for 30 years. China, a 30-year-old Chunhua Qiushi, has carefully brewed an altar full of rich fine wines in his own unique way, which has surprised all kinds of eyes. Authentic domestic famous brand liquor, with spring breeze and spring rain as its original pulp, with unprecedented opening of mind as its core and sincere efforts as its feature. It has reached the maotai flavor of wine for 3 0 years, clear and pleasant, and the aroma is attractive. It nourishes and leads every pair of eyes to observe the world with profound insight and to communicate with the world with maturity. It's pure home-made wine. The wine brewed from China grapes is sweet, sour and delicious, and warms people's spleen and stomach. Ordering China's dining table enriches China's life and delights China's spirit. The most unforgettable thing is: China in 1978 swallowed vegetables and chaff 30 years later, but in 2008, a great country became attached to wine. /kloc-0.3 billion China people have arrived in a well-off society one after another, enjoying the sweetness and glory brought by wine. It was a fresh and refreshing beer, and hops competed with each other in the sound of spring thunder. Foam is flying around in the 30-year-old cloud, strolling in the 30-year-old pen and ink, depicting grandeur, coolness, clarity and fragrance. The pace of reform is so fast, the results of opening up are so exciting, and every pair of eyes is beaming, just like every weekend, our friends sit around the wine table in the city or the dining table in the farmhouse to express themselves at will and experience the delicious beer and the coolness in summer at will. It is a kind of long-lasting nourishing medicinal liquor in Micari, and various nutrients make every wish and dream come true. The 30-year struggle has recorded a great era, and the 30-year trek has shaped the rise of a nation. Now that the sea has changed, flags are flying and spirits are flying, I have savored the vicissitudes that I have gone through in the past 30 years. Once again, I clearly see that great changes are accompanying us and look forward to the future with lofty sentiments. I sincerely and firmly believe. This bottle of wine will exude a stronger exotic fragrance, fill every heart, nourish every pair of eyes, and nourish the bright sky and gorgeous imagination of a nation. (Poet male) Thirty years' journey, thirty years' wind and rain, a wise man in the tide of reform and opening up. The producer seized the opportunity of prosperity (female). Thirty years passed quickly. On the blueprint of China's development, the great Chinese nation created a miracle on earth (male). The grand strategic concept has gathered the eyes of the whole world and inspired the fighting spirit of Chinese sons and daughters (women). The industrious and brave people of China created a brand-new situation in ancient China with boiling passion at this historical moment! 30 years of struggle and struggle have recorded a glorious course and a great era. Thirty years of reform and opening up have shaped the rapid rise of a country and the brilliant rejuvenation of a nation. Looking back on the past, the idea of closing the country to the outside world fought with conservative people. China's land economy is depressed and backward. Look at today's Qianli River embankment. All kinds of rivers are rushing in the Wan Li. In the long river of history, we are just a wave. In the future development, we will become a blue sea with bright eyes, overlooking the banks of the Yellow River and helping the water move forward.
We will always be with the people, and we will never be separated from our motherland.
5. Poetry about reform and opening up to celebrate the 30th anniversary of reform and opening up.
A thousand years, a hundred years, thirty years.
Time flies and becomes an eternal memory.
In this ancient land
The Great Wall of Wan Li is still winding.
The Yangtze River is still flowing.
From Northland to Jiangnan
Splendid rivers and mountains are still so charming
However, China has been turned upside down.
It is no longer the bright moon in Qin dynasty, but the custom in Han dynasty.
It is no longer the oriental legend of Kyle Poirot.
No longer a sick body ravaged by Eight-Nation Alliance.
No longer a rooster slaughtered by oriental combat knives
It is no longer a lonely journey groping in suffering.
Even, it is no longer synonymous with poverty, hunger and backwardness.
China, China from ancient times to modern times.
China was soaked with blood, tears and sweat.
From then on, I no longer breathe like a Yellow River tracker.
The ancient civilization created its own destiny chip.
Show the secrets of truth in the eastern sky.
This secret is a magic key.
Reform and opening up will open the door to China and the world.
It has activated the century-long deadlock between the East and the West.
Human beings are tightly held together by the invisible hand of the market.
Hundreds of millions of people in China have regained the meaning of life.
The reins of thought have become ribbons of happiness.
Describe the myth of flying, a new miracle
6. Self-edited reform and opening-up poems 1. First of all, we should establish the central idea, take the great changes and achievements since the reform and opening up as the main theme, and sing praises to the Party, the socialist system and Socialism with Chinese characteristics.
2. Establish the theme. Don't generalize the content, but write from a certain aspect, such as the changes in food, clothing, housing and transportation, culture and sports, and the development of science and technology.
3. Determine the style, reciting poems or appreciating them? Is it ancient poetry or modern poetry?
4. According to the characteristics of poetry, it is necessary to determine the rhythm and length. It is catchy and full of passion.
For example:
Qinyuanchun has been dedicated to China for thirty years.
In the past 30 years, I have pointed out the country and made a strong rise! Gu's third plenary session, Jia Mo had planned; Wuzhou * * * Yang, the ancient country is wide open. Southern tour, Dewei Tianwai, concept update, smog sweep! When you think of it, ask "Hello, Xiaoping!" Detonate us.
A hero with China characteristics! Get information, Xiangyun, come to the world. On financial risk and civilized protection; Galaxy water wave, scientific arrangement. Market win-win, macro-control, I will take care of it! Enthusiasm, Qiu Guang's paintings, harmonious style.
Thirty years of reform and opening up
The spring breeze of reform warms all directions,
Harmonious society creates brilliance.
Chang 'e likes to send away space tourists.
The goddess moved to cut off the river.
Blessed are those who improve people's livelihood,
Make the Olympic Games unparalleled.
The central command of this voyage is positive,
The revival of China is dawning.
Poetry on the 30th anniversary of reform and opening up
Male) Thirty years' trek.
Thirty years of hard work
In the wave of reform and opening up
A wise producer of * * *
Seize the opportunity of prosperity
(Female) Thirty years have passed in a flash.
Thirty years have passed in a flash.
The blueprint for China's development
The great Chinese nation
Created a miracle on earth
A firm and steady posture.
Grand strategic conception
Gathered the eyes of the whole world.
Inspire the fighting spirit of Chinese children
China (female) hardworking and brave.
With boiling passion
At this historical moment,
Created a new situation in ancient China!
30 years of struggle and struggle
It recorded a glorious course and a great era.
30 years of reform and opening up
It has shaped the rapid rise of a country and the brilliant rejuvenation of a nation.
Recall the past
Ethnic imprisonment, conservative thinking, and fighting with others.
China's land economy is depressed and backward.
Look at now.
Thousands of miles of river banks are green and full of struggle.
The mountains and rivers in Wan Li are tall and straight, and the water is quiet.
Meditation and daydreaming
In the long river of history, we are just a wave. In the future development, we will become the firm belief of XXXX, that is, rippling blue waves, keeping an eye on both sides of the Yellow River and saving water.
(merger)
We will always be with the people.
We cannot live without our motherland for a moment.
7. Poetry about reform and opening up ★ Poetry praising the motherland ★: Autumn wind blows gently! Blow! Blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! ★ Praise for the Motherland 2 ★: "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I/am your brand-new ideal, just out of the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! I/am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You/feed me lost, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! ★ Psalm 3 ★: My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing a splendid journey everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, full of simple feelings, I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and brilliant. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal rivers and mountains of reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. At the dawn of my motherland, the sun holds a firm belief and turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of the great motherland's oriental civilization is like a Mercedes-Benz train, holding up the burning belief to meet the dawn of the century and sail for a more brilliant future. Bearing the footsteps of history, the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland with passion-here I am in song for you. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your breath, and the boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and the whole of my life. Motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, the flaming flame of socialism, the horn of the people's revolution, and the sail of riding the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and enterprising, and the avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is spreading your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast and a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and a derrick in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill and courage, and the great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The smiling faces of the people write about your great motherland-your motherland that created life and transformed the world. Motherland-you are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a soldier who defends the truth and raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. The sons and daughters of China are grateful to your mother-like motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and brought the dawn of peace. Motherland, Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You've always known that. Firmly for Intel, you are kind and loving, defending Greenpeace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have such a motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the future of the motherland is better, the future of the world is better and the future of mankind is better. This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream flow with sweetness, and let all voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your cockroach. The first October is always like echoing tears. The sound of harmony passes through your heart and extends to the most passionate melody. In my heart, you are not only a green island where I can rest, but also a red cloud that makes me step on the beat. No matter the countless failures and successes of mountains, rivers, valleys, fields, trails and the sea, October is more fulfilling! Motherland ... for whom is the crown of October worn? On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the drums of harvest. I recall the historical sounds carved on white marble, and my thoughts have changed. How can the mountains and rivers in Wan Li not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? ! Qian Fan celebrated the rising October, and my singing turned my motherland into a flock of doves flying high.