Whisper to the mother of the motherland
Author Li Shaobai
address
Living in your warm arms every day,
I really want to call you "mom" affectionately!
But that's what dad called you,
I should call you grandma, right?
No, in an article written by grandpa,
Also call you "mom" ...
Ah! I understand,
You are an adult and a child.
* * * and mom!
Ha! I am your youngest son,
This honor,
Even grandpa and dad envy us!
age
The history teacher said you were the oldest,
Like a respectable old man;
The Chinese teacher said you were young,
It glows with fiery youth.
Judging from Uncle Fang Zhimin's legacy,
I see your old and sad wrinkles;
In today's mountains and rivers,
I saw the smile of youth ...
Ah! Mom,
Of course, you are different from ordinary people.
-As long as you are bathed in sunshine and rain,
You will live younger and younger!
portrait
I've long wanted to draw a picture for you,
However, I am afraid of attracting jokes.
Because what is your body and face,
What kind of model should I find to paint?
It is often said that children look most like their mothers.
So, I thought of many heroes,
They are the most like you in China.
I decided to be like them,
Draw your image,
Suddenly, I remembered myself again.
-Do I look like my mother?
Yes! I should draw a self-portrait first,
Tomorrow, put your hands on your chest-
"mom! Is this like your child? "
Spread out poems praising the motherland.
Love the motherland and love my hometown more-Yu
Pale yellow warmth, even if my heart follows it, meanders in the surging Yellow River on the land of the north, my heart is stirring to pursue the surging Yangtze River on the hot land of the south and go straight to the East China Sea.
They are a golden flash on the coast where China people live, and the two sides are the paradise they yearn for. Suddenly look up, the motherland is good. Bow your head and be happy, the hometown is beautiful. At the foot is the holy land I am pursuing, and I suddenly look back. Love the motherland, but also love my hometown. The years flow quietly, along the road of time.
The motherland is thriving, recalling the past and being a romantic figure through the ages. Look at the present, be a hero. I'm happy to walk on the country road, so? You will know the paradise of flowers and birds when you are in the Rhododendron.
Walk into the grass sea and feel the tranquility of the sea; The rising sun climbed from the sacred mountain, and countless willow branches danced with the sea; Deep homesickness, who are you drunk with? Who wrote the rural folk songs? Standing in the breeze, I can feel the fragrance of green trees and weeds. Spring blossoms for an instant, and it is infinitely warm. All the country roads extend in all directions.
A piece of green forest dresses up my hometown, and I suddenly feel that the sword of leaning on heaven has pierced the sky, loving my motherland and my hometown more.