Poetry praising socialism

In the stormy waves of Hukou of the Yellow River, I heard the enduring sound of Mount Everest Xue Hai, and I stared at a kind of purity that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. At the top of the Oriental Pearl Tower, I felt a kind of gaze overlooking everything. In the tunnel of Terracotta Warriors, I felt a kind of grandeur and depth. In a fire rising in a foreign land, I feel a kind of blessing and sincerity ... Oh, motherland, what are you? You are the land under your feet. It used to be a brilliant mountain and river. Used to be a giant in the Qin and Han Dynasties. This used to be the ruins of the watchtower looted by Eight-Nation Alliance. This used to be a land where thousands of miles of rice chaff and vegetables were eaten. However, you are a land of perseverance and self-improvement. Now, you are an aircraft carrier of the times with a strong spring breeze. You are not only the 9.6 million square kilometers of mountains and rivers of the motherland, but your vicissitudes and love are reflected in the white hair drawn from the night. From Wen Yiduo's stagnant water and green waves, I saw the suffering and grandeur of the nation. From the podium of the United Nations, I heard the clash of our representatives. On the territory of 9.6 million square kilometers, I heard the attachment and heartfelt wishes of 654.38+03 billion Chinese people ... You registered with the world with a bright red five-star red flag. Among the descendants of the Yellow Emperor are souls branded with five-star seals and hearts of the Great Wall. You declare to the world with a huge hammer and sickle that you can smash an old China with a hammer, or you can harvest a new China with a sickle, standing among the nations of the world. You have released the progress of China to the world with three loud and powerful dialects-the people of China have stood up since then-and development is the last word. You pursue the same in the ever-changing world, and you pursue the same in the same. The ever-changing sons and daughters of China, who are seeking to travel through history, will write a magnificent present and future motherland for you with their own * * * and perseverance. Everything can be changed. Only the love of children and their determination to make you rich and strong, only the momentum of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River for 100 thousand years is still so surging, so soaring and so flowing away.