My motherland, the river is rushing, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves hit the canyon, which has experienced many ups and downs of fate.
My motherland is vast in territory and abundant in natural resources, and the beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture. The sun sets in the desert, the moonlight is drunk with lotus flowers, and there are still many splendid civilizations shining on the vast land.
My motherland, with its industrious people, 56 caring nationalities, wonderful oriental charm and romantic humanistic customs, has many beautiful and moving legends that have been passed down through the ages.
This is my motherland, this is my beloved motherland.
homeland
my dear motherland
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 over your shoulder-
Motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground in a thousand years—
homeland
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.
It's spraying-
homeland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your wealth, your glory, your freedom-
homeland
my dear motherland
Poetry praising the motherland-motherland, I am proud of you.
When the magnificent huabiao,
Let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn,
When the majestic Tiananmen Square,
Let the clouds meet the rising sun.
The ear of history,
The salute rumbled and the seventh string rang.
An avalanche of echoes,
It is the echo of the changes in China.
A giant looks down at the world,
A loud voice,
The whole world heard it,
People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded!
When the first five-star red flag Ran Ran was raised,
Flag of victory,
Flying in the wind of the sky,
People looked up,
The whole world saw it,
The people of China have stood up since then!
This period of history embodies greatness,
Indulge in the sunshine in October,
This momentum is full of passion,
Built a monument to stand in the east of the world.
A glorious era,
With strong hands,
He wrote a glorious chapter of the new China,
People proudly pointed out the direction.
Suffering mother,
Wipe the tears from your eyes,
Show your inner joy, be happy sincerely,
The motherland bravely moves towards prosperity.
Praise our history,
There is a myth that Pangu created the world.
Generate the light that shines with life.
Praise our history,
There are four great inventions,
Sow on this barren land.
Praise our history,
With the wisdom of Laozi and Confucius,
The flame of thousands of years of civilization has illuminated us.
Praise our history,
Silk porcelain crossed the ocean,
Everyone knows that this belongs to our hometown.
Praise our history.
Out of the Wolf Smoke, String 5
A powerful terracotta army lineup.
Praise our history,
Standing in that solemn place,
The power of the Great Wall in Wan Li.
Praise our history,
Thousands of years of ancient land,
How many tragic stories have been left behind,
The century-old shame hat of the sick man of East Asia,
We finally threw it into the Pacific Ocean,
We have realized our dream of reorganizing rivers and mountains.
Fifty-seven spring and autumn periods,
The splendid land is full of spirit.
Fifty-seven spring and autumn periods,
Picturesque and poetic.
Fifty-seven spring and autumn periods,
The roaring iron cow combed the sound of the field,
Roll up the joy and singing of harvest.
Fifty-seven spring and autumn periods,
Oil-poor land supports the backbone of steel,
The oil derrick stands in the sand sea.
Fifty-seven spring and autumn periods,
A rainbow across the Yangtze River,
The majestic Three Gorges Dam blocked thousands of miles.
Fifty-seven spring and autumn periods,
"Two bombs" of red clouds pierced the sky,
Satellites travel in space.
Fifty-seven spring and autumn periods,
The people's army is mighty and magnificent,
An iron wall to defend the motherland.
Fifty-seven spring and autumn periods,
The people are riding the spring breeze of reform,
Realize the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.
Through our future,
In this sacred land,
Bob sends out the power to shake the world,
Brilliant face is shining with glory and pride.
Motherland,
I'm proud of you,
The splendid culture of the Chinese nation,
In the long history,
Stir in my chest forever.
Motherland,
I'm proud of you,
In this wonderful and magical land,
The hope of soaring has sprouted again.
The giant pen of history will write your glory in the new century!