Motherland, I want to say 50 opening remarks to you.

Without too many words and ornate decorations, Pangu opened the world, making the East shine, and a nation was born. This is China, China, which has experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, and China, which has been dug up by democracy, is magnificent and resounds through the sky. China's 5,000-year history and articles of association are your solid foundation, reflecting today's glory.

The majestic song sounded in front of Tiananmen Square, and the surging Yellow River was far less than the inner waves. The tunnel of history is constantly extending, like music deduced from a youthful dream, which suddenly rises from the wind and has thousands of flavors.

At this point, the motherland, I want to say to you:

"Plum blossoms don't disperse the cold, so how can they smell?"

China, as a multi-ethnic country with a long history of civilization, remembered the eventful years in the past, how much sorrow, how much sorrow, and then wrote a battle song to destroy people and forge ahead.

Since the unification of Qin and Han dynasties, you have had the original region, and every emperor in the future has taken care of you carefully, but you can't resist the process of history. With the sound of the Opium War, the imperialist powers opened their doors. They plundered your rich resources, installed iron shell tools for you, and made you lose your original tranquility and color. But history has not forgotten you, because of your hard work and your strength, you finally ushered in your own victory.

Do you remember? On the rostrum of Tiananmen Square, Chairman Mao's solemn declaration opened a new chapter for you. The great concept of "one country, two systems" has laid a solid foundation for realizing your reunification; In the new era of reform and opening up, your economy has made breakthrough progress ... After so many feats and setbacks, you have gradually become mature and perfect.

I don't know when the dark sky became elegant and bright; The cold wind becomes soft and fresh; The monotonous land has become colorful and prosperous ... Oh, motherland, you have ushered in a colorful spring.

At this point, I want to say to you:

"You are April on earth."

"I say you are April day on earth; Laughter lit up the wind in all directions; The bright soul dances and changes in the glory of spring. " Xu Zhimo wrote in the poem.

"The sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn water is * * * one color." Wang Bo looked upstairs.

"The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes." Yang Zhen is singing by the river.

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This is the supreme praise of Binbin literati for you. You used your youth and your beauty to show the world the charm of your four seasons.

"Looking at the world's mountains and rivers in Shu", Bashan and Shu rivers are colorful and have been admired by literati since ancient times.

Huangshan Mountain in Anhui, famous for its strange pines, strange rocks, sea of clouds and hot springs, has always been a hot spot of tourist destinations.

The Great Wall of Wan Li has a huge scale, arduous project and a long history, and is regarded as a great miracle in the history of ancient human architecture.

Suzhou and Hangzhou, known as "the best garden in the south of the Yangtze River and the best garden in the south of the Yangtze River in Suzhou", is a representative city of China's garden art.

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Love is long, thinking is long, scenery is long, and China is vast. Look around and witness, where is it?

"You are love, warmth and hope. You are April on earth. "

Time flies and time waits for no man. Now you have become the focus of global attention. Look, China in 2 1 century is full of glory.

At this point, the motherland, I want to say to you:

"The snowflake in your hand is melted by love."

In 2008, Beijing lit the first Olympic flame; In 2008, China handed over satisfactory answers to the world. Your children have won glory for you again and again. They introduced China to the world with love and wisdom, and let the world know about China. They silently contribute, just to make you more dazzling.

Motherland, you know, your children are trying to temper you into a paradise in their hearts.

Spring and autumn are full of hope, summer and winter see through life and death, and generations will always remember that you are our forever home.

Great country, endless is that ten thousand kinds of customs;

What can't be said is the eternal swan song.