Chapter 1: 20 17, a poem praising the motherland, my motherland,
My beloved motherland.
You are a rooster with your head held high, awakening the silence of the dawn.
You are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era.
You are a lion, dancing the glory of China.
You are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.
You have a sacred name,
That's China!
That's China, my motherland.
My beloved motherland.
Chapter 2: 20 17 A little poem praising the motherland. Dear motherland gave birth to us.
Raise our children and grandchildren
I have two mothers in my life.
One is my real mother.
One is the mother of the great motherland.
My real mother brought me into this world.
Let me see the kind and lovely mother of the motherland.
Ah! Dear mother of the motherland
You raised us and let our blood pass on! ! !
Chapter 3: 20 17 I want to praise you for a little poem praising the motherland.
How should I use it?
Is to draw with words.
Or a tune.
I was thinking.
I write roughly.
How can I express my love?
My lifeless paintings
How can I express my love?
My tune is out of tune.
How can I express my love?
alas
I am very worried
homeland
My beloved motherland.
I'm sorry
I want to praise you.
That word caused a tune.
They can't express my love for you.
homeland
My beloved motherland.
When you need me.
Please call me.
I will use my life.
await instructions
Chapter 4: 20 17 a poem praising the motherland if you are a spring breeze person.
I will always be the wind chime of your singing.
If you are at night
I am looking for bright eyes for you.
If you are the sea
I am the surging tide in your arms.
If you are the earth
I am the fruitful fruit of your autumn-
Motherland, how much I love you.
I am your son.
I am the sweat on your face.
I am the red flag in your hand.
I am your heavy hope for thousands of years.
I flow in your life.
/kloc-a drop of bright red in the blood of 0/300 million people-
Motherland, I know you deeply.
I am your son.
Thousands of years of suffering and sighing
It has created the struggles and sacrifices of our ancestors.
The glorious course of more than half a century
Decorate every inch of land with 9.6 million square kilometers.
You were humiliated, poor and backward
Has long been a thing of the past.
You are rich, strong, free and beautiful.
Let generations be proud of you and excited for you-
How proud I am of my motherland.
I am your son.
For the sake of your children, stop wandering around.
Because your land is no longer desolate and barren.
For the eternal rise of the Chinese nation
For the five-star red flag flying high overhead
Please accept the contribution and dedication of our generation.
Even our flesh and blood.
Never regret, never be loyal-
Motherland, how happy I am.
I am your son.