What story was told at the last minute?

The last minute is about the historical and special moment of Hong Kong's return to the motherland. It expresses China people's strong patriotic feelings and sincere wishes for a bright future after Hong Kong's return to the motherland. This poem is selected from Lesson 24, Unit 6, Volume 1, Grade 5, People's Education Publishing House (126-128).

The return of Hong Kong is a great event for the people of China to report the centennial national humiliation, an important step to complete the great cause of the reunification of the motherland, and an example for the international community to solve problems left over from history through negotiations. Since then, Hong Kong has entered a new era of continued prosperity, stability and development under the condition of one country, two systems.

Original extended information:

Last minute?

Midnight, Hong Kong,

Let me hold your hand,

Listen to the last minute storm.

Listening to your approaching footsteps,

Listen to the heartbeat and inquiries of all China people.

At the last minute,

This is the shape of a flag,

Is the red rising slowly between heaven and earth,

This is the flagpole-the upright backbone of China people.

Is unfolding, the land and sky of Hong Kong,

This is a moment of silence for everyone to celebrate.

His trembling lips remained silent,

Who is crying over and over again?

Gently shouted the name:

Hong Kong, Hong Kong, our hearts!

I saw it,

The last wisp of smoke over mankind.

The last moment after a hundred years.

Finally dispersed;

A broken history textbook

On page 1997,

That scar that goes deep into the bone marrow,

Blood and knife light have been released.

Into our souls.

When a yellow old treaty quietly landed,

Emerge from the smoke

The face of the Great Wall, the face with yellow skin,

Slow-moving things-

A hundred years of pain and happiness,

Through these tears,

Let the sea boil!

At this moment,

It's midnight and early morning,

All eyes are brand-new sunrises,

All salutes are the bells of the century.

Hong Kong, let me hold your hand tightly.

Listen to the last minute of wind and rain,

Then run, hug,

Welcome new things

Dew and fragrance

Rooted in the depths of the earth

The first bauhinia flower ...