Sing for the motherland
I
Complain,
I am not a pianist.
Motherland,
because
I belong to you,
A spendthrift
Son of working people.
I am deeply
deeply
Love You!
I, uh,
But you can't,
Like a singer singing Marseillaise, (1)
Under the scorching sun,
Next to the barricade where the Paris Commune fought (2)
Pluck the strings of the lyre,
Let it spit out.
Shook the world,
The first song of mankind
The most beautiful song,
As me,
Here's to you.
Neither can i. /neither will i.
Riding on the back of an ox,
Play piccolo.
Neither will I,
On the threshing floor in August,
Raise the bamboo flute,
gently
Blow gently;
Let the flute ring.
Floating on the mud wall,
Fall in the shade of willow trees by the river.
however
When I looked up,
Seeing you,
My motherland's
High in the blue sky,
The vast wilderness,
The white clouds of that day
Wandering leisurely,
or
That little red flower,
smiling
Get up from a crack in the stone.
My heart,
How excited,
Like my hometown,
That Miao girl,
On a sunny August night,
With the beat jumping wildly,
…………
My motherland,
I belong to you,
Violet-black
Young soldier.
When I carry my back
That old "old Mao Se",
Walking across the plain,
I saw it.
The enemy's black turret,
And the turret.
Flying a bloody red plaster flag,
My blood,
It will stir,
Like a Commissioner
On the grassland with deep snow,
Like a big storm,
Rush in,
Soldiers of motherland athletes ...
Motherland,
With the milk of love,
Raised me;
And I,
With my flesh and blood,
Guard you!
Maybe tomorrow,
I will fall;
perhaps
At the time of slashing,
The enemy's gun tip,
Hit me in the stomach;
Maybe,
I will die silently on the gallows,
Or by the enemy
Into the kennel.
Listen,
That evil German shepherd,
Sharpen the tip of your teeth,
Spit in your eyes.
green light ...
Motherland,
Under the butcher's knife of the enemy,
I won't shed a tear,
I, Gao Xiao,
Because, uh,
I
Your extravagant son,
Your guardian,
His life,
I left you a song.
A lofty "compliment".
I sing,
Motherland,
On the loess pile where my bones are buried,
There will also be flowers of love growing.
The first draft was in Ba Du.
Chen Hui (1920- 1945): a native of Changde, Hunan. * * * produced in party member. 1938 went to Yan 'an, 1939 went to the anti-Japanese base behind enemy lines in Jinchaji, 194 1 year worked in Laiyu Plain. He once served as director of the Youth Rescue Committee, secretary of the district party committee and political commissar of the armed forces. 1945 died in battle. His posthumous works include Song of October, a collection of poems.
I am proud, I come from China.
Among countless blue eyes and red eyes,
I have a pair of jewel-like black eyes,
I am proud, I come from China!
Among countless white skin and black skin,
My skin is as yellow as the earth,
I am proud, I come from China!
I'm from China-
The Loess Plateau is my chest,
The flowing water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood,
The Great Wall is my raised arm,
Mount Tai is my heel.
I'm from China-
My ancestors walked out of the forest for the first time.
My ancestors started farming first,
I made the compass, the offspring of printing,
We made the descendants of pi and the seismograph.
In my country,
There are not only immortals in history.
Keywords Confucius, Sima Qian, Li Zicheng, Sun Yat-sen,
And immortality in the history of literature
Hua Mulan, Lin Daiyu, the Monkey King, Lu.
I'm from China-
In my country, there are not only
Changbai Mountain Snow Mountain, Huangshan Jinsong,
There is also the immortal Beijing-Hong Kong tradition and Yan 'an spirit!
I'm from China-
My voice is as rough as the Yellow River,
Not only in the United Nations building,
Speak out China's comments,
I also want to take part in the Olympic Games.
Shouting "China scores".
When applause was flying in the blue sky with a five-star red flag,
I am proud, I come from China!
I'm from China-
My arms are as big as the Great Wall.
Not only drill drill pipes into foreigners,
Predict that the center of the earth can't hit oil;
Send communication satellites to our ancestors.
White clouds that I have never been to in my dream;
When Wuzhou listens to the East,
I am proud, I come from China!
I'm from China,
I am a descendant of the murals in Mogao Grottoes.
Let the flying mural come with us.
I'm Tian Fei,
Flying is us.
I am proud, I come from China!