My motherland, towering mountains, majestic peaks overlooking the history of wind and rain, in the twilight, let the wind and clouds pass. Its solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.
My motherland, the river is rushing, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves hit the canyon, which has caused many ups and downs of fate.
My motherland is vast in territory and abundant in natural resources, and the beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture. The sun sets in the desert, the moonlight is drunk with lotus flowers, and there are still many splendid civilizations shining on the vast land.
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