Motherland! This poetic name
It permeates your every season.
That's a white dove under the blue sky.
Wake up on the first morning in October.
Ah! Motherland, I have loved you for too long. ...
October! my motherland
Please give me a flashlight.
I follow in your footsteps.
Let every dream flow with sweetness.
Let all sounds be covered with golden notes.
The day I approached you-
Please fill the sky with rosy clouds for me.
I want to inject eternal vitality into your growing troubles.
The first October is always full of echoes, like tears falling from flowers.
* * * The voice of America walks through your heart.
Extend to the most passionate melody
In my heart, you are more than just a green island to rest on.
You are my red cloud, rising with the beat.
Whether it's mountains, valleys, fields, trails or the sea.
Numerous failures and successes have enriched October.
Ah! homeland ...
Who is wearing the crown of October?
The first morning in October is in front of Tiananmen Square.
I feel the aftertaste of sweet-scented osmanthus and the sound of bumper harvest drums.
I recall the historical sound carved on white marble.
My mind has changed.
Flying clouds
vast territory of the motherland
How can I not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? !
The rising October has been contested in Qian Fan.
And my singing, my motherland.
Become a flock of flying white doves
Full of vibration
shake ...
Motherland, 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 into your shoulder
-the 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 for thousands of years
-Motherland
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
-Motherland
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 richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland
my motherland
You are the rushing Yellow River, and you are my strong-willed father.
Wash the heaviness and glory of life in the waning moon rising; You are my holy and loving mother.
You are the Great Wall of Wan Li, and you are my towering Mount Tai, the eternal Kunlun.
Trekking in the mountains with a hard and tragic history; | You are the sun on the top of Mount Tai and Kunlun Mountain.
You are a symphony of eternal heroes, | My motherland.
In the midst of great joy and great sorrow, the blood of the sun, the moon and the earth has been surging for five thousand years;
You were born in a dragon,
In the ups and downs, Kuafu holds the same wish day by day.
I have explored my motherland for five thousand years, and I have pursued my motherland for five thousand years.
In Tang poetry and Song poetry, you recite magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers;
What you carved on the Silk Road is the footprint of going to the world;
What shines on the banner of your reform and opening up is the light of modernization!
My brave motherland, my great and magnificent motherland.
Lao Tzu, a "small country with few people", died.
The carved building of the Qing Empire is dead,
The disaster of that decade has been buried,
The shackles that imprison the mind have been broken,
The banner of national rejuvenation has pointed to the dawn of tomorrow.
I am heading for my future motherland, which is full of weather.
The soldiers of the three armed forces who were reviewed in front of Tiananmen Square showed the glory of the Great Wall of Steel.
The rise of the Three Gorges Dam has created a landscape that attracts worldwide attention.
Your achievements in genetic engineering shine with the wisdom of the Chinese nation;
You have built an army of hundreds of millions, and rows of valves have become an unprecedented picture.
This is the rumble of "Qian Fan passing by the sunken ship".
This is the sun and moon style of "Wan Muchun in front of a sick tree".
This is a great victory of "canoeing across Chung Shan Man"!
My ever-changing motherland, my radiant motherland.
You were very excited in the reform movement in 1898.
You sang in the journey of the Revolution of 1911,
You once cheered in the smoke of the Northern Expedition,
But when you really stand up, it is the day when you are born again 1949.
From then on, you will no longer have the suffering of being slaughtered by western powers and the misery of being trampled by robbers!
From then on, you hold your proud head high and smile at the endless clouds in the world.
From then on, your swagger is a kind of great wisdom and courage.
My suffering motherland, my indomitable motherland;
My hardworking and simple motherland, my profound motherland;
My kind and kind motherland, my wise and generous motherland;
My fearless motherland, my motherland as strong as steel;
I love you, China.
When the bright sun jumps out of the blue waves of your East China Sea,
The stars are still shining on your Pamirs.
When your northland is still a world wrapped in silver!
Your southern Xinjiang is full of spring scenery.
I love you, China!
I like your dance music in Dunhuang,
Light makeup and heavy makeup of West Lake in Hangzhou,
The beauty of Guilin's landscape,
The mysterious sea of clouds in Huangshan Mountain.
I love you, China!
I like the towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world.
The moonlight in front of Dai bamboo building is like water.
Grapes in Turpan, melons in Hami,
Sheep on Hulunbeier grassland are like white clouds fluttering in the blue sky.
I love you, China!
I like the enthusiasm of you young people,
The depth of middle-aged people is not confused,
The innocent smiling faces of children,
Sunset disco danced by the elderly.
I love you, China!
I love the ancient songs played by your bells in the Warring States period.
I like the new song you sang at your peak.
I like the cascading halls in the Forbidden City at dusk.
I like the bright lights on your modern buildings at night.
I love you, China!
I love you. Mushroom clouds in the sky drove away the loneliness in the wilderness.
I like radio waves from the Great Wall of Antarctica.
I like your pleasure in driving away the plague,
I like your zero breakthrough in Olympic history.
I love you, China!
Several degrees of wind and rain, several degrees of clutch,
Kind of relaxed, kind of spectacular,
I love your struggle and creation.
Several times of efforts, several times of gains,
Several times barren, several times vigorous,
I love your blood and sweat.
How much joy, how much dryness,
How much you lost, how much you won,
I like your tenacious and persistent personality.
I like your broad mind,
I love your great spirit,
I love your endless pulse from generation to generation.
I love you, China!
You flew out of Nirvana, golden phoenix.
You are the dragon dancing on the land of Shenzhou.
You are the lion awakened in the East,
You are a great nation and country, and we have just experienced 54 years of ups and downs.
I love you, China!
You've been through a lot,
You suffered humiliation and torture.
You are ignorant and incompetent,
You have shortcomings and weaknesses.
Yes,
We should not be proud,
But we won't underestimate ourselves.
We think, we are anxious,
We work hard, we explore,
We work hard, we explore,
We trudge, we struggle!
We want to make your ancient land glow with more dazzling youthful brilliance.
We hope to make you leaders of prosperity, civilization and democracy in all countries of the world.
We are proud of you.
We are proud of you.
We love you, China.
Is that enough?