my motherland
Author: autumn wine.
My motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization. You have a sacred name, and that is China! That's China, my motherland. My beloved motherland.
I love my motherland
Standing on the ancient horizon, mom, 1949, you said you saw the rising sun, born with severe pain, and the sunshine at eight or nine in the morning warmly lit up the front. The sea of flowers in May is mixed with the fragrance of Dragon Boat Festival Zongzi, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall.
Kiss the earth deeply, the yellow river flows childlike innocence, laurel trees in August, wine in Wugang, Mid-Autumn Festival in a thousand miles, toast and bless. -1 949 10/day, the hope that bloomed, 60 years later, sounded the horn of progress again. Mom, the motherland, mom, the ancient horizon, today I said, I saw the rise.
Praise the motherland
If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, this restless wind that blows endlessly, And the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest, ...................................................................................................................... Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply. ......