Urgent! A song or poem that praises the surveying industry! Thank you!

We love you China!

When the brilliant sun jumps out of the blue waves of the East China Sea,

The stars are still twinkling in the Pamir Plateau.

While the Northern Territory was still a world covered in silver,

The Southern Territory was already filled with the beauty of spring.

Ah—we love you, China!

We love you—

The strange and beautiful scenery of Guilin,

The heavy makeup of West Lake in Hangzhou;

Huangshan and Lushan The mist is misty, and the Yangtze River and Yellow River are magnificent.

We love you—

The fragrance of Longjing tea,

The pure beauty of Maotai liquor;

The smooth and gorgeous Jiangnan silk,

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The heavenly palace of Jingdezhen ceramics.

We love you—

The watery moonlight in front of the Dai bamboo house,

The towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world;

Sheep from the prairie, camels from the Gobi Desert.

We love you—

The ancient tune played by the chimes of the Warring States Period

The new song composed by the reform and opening up,

China is surging thousands of miles away The rolling spring tide

The fire of hope ignited in the motherland,

We love you -

The history written by struggle,

Fruits watered by sweat,

The majesty of pine trees, the nobility of plum blossoms

Broad mind, magnificent spirit

We are proud, we are proud

You are the strong one among the nations of the world,

We love you, China!

Dai Wangshu "I use my damaged palm"

I use my damaged palm

To explore this vast land:

This corner has been Turned into ashes,

That corner is just blood and mud;

This lake should be my hometown,

(In spring, the flowers on the embankment are like a barrier ,

There is a strange fragrance when young willow branches are broken,)

I feel the coolness of Nymphoides and water;

The snowy peaks of Changbai Mountain are so cold It's bone-breaking,

The water of the Yellow River, mixed with sediment, slips out between the fingers;

The paddy fields in Jiangnan are so soft... now there is only basil;

The ones in Lingnan The litchi flowers languish lonely,

Over there, I dip in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats...

Invisible palms pass over the hateless mountains and rivers,

The fingers are stained with blood and ashes, and the palms are stained with darkness.

Only the far corner is still intact,

warm, clear, solid and vigorous in spring.

On it, I caress it gently with my damaged palm,

Like the soft hair of a lover, the milk in a baby's hand.

I put all my strength in the palm of my hand

Put it on it, sending my love and all my hopes,

Because only there is the sun and spring,

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It will drive away the darkness and bring revival,

Because only there we will not live like animals,

die like ants... There, the eternal China!

Shu Ting's "Motherland, My Dear Motherland"

I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river

Spinning tired for hundreds of years Song;

I am the blackened miner’s lamp on your forehead,

illuminating your snail groping in the tunnel of history;

I am the withered ear of rice ; It is a roadbed in disrepair;

It is a barge on the shoal

The rope is deeply

stretched into your shoulders;

——Motherland!

I am poor,

I am sad.

I am your ancestors

The painful hope,

It is on the sleeves of "Flying Sky"

It has not fallen for thousands of years. Flowers on the ground;

——O motherland!

I am your new ideal,

just broke free from the cobweb of myth;

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow quilt;

I am your smile with tears;

I am the newly painted snow-white starting line;

It is the crimson dawn

Now gushing;

——O motherland!

I am one billionth of you

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;

You are known for your scarred breasts

Feeded

the confused me, the thoughtful me, the boiling me;

Then get it from my flesh and blood

Yours; your wealth, your glory, your freedom;

——Motherland,

My dear motherland!

Wen Yiduo's "One Word"

One sentence can bring disaster,

One sentence can light a fire.

Although it has not been revealed for five thousand years,

Can you guess the silence of the volcano?

Maybe he was possessed suddenly,

Suddenly there was a thunderbolt in the blue sky

It exploded:

"Our China!"

How should I say this today?

It’s okay if you don’t believe that the iron tree blooms,

then listen to this sentence:

When the volcano can’t help but remain silent,

Don't tremble, stick out your tongue, stamp your feet,

wait until a thunderbolt breaks out in the blue sky:

"Our China!"

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My motherland,

the mountains are towering,

the majestic peaks overlook the wind and rain of history,

The dusk is dim,

Let the wind and clouds pass by.

The solid back has withstood hundreds of millions of years of vicissitudes of life.

My motherland,

The river is rushing,

The mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history,

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Wash away centuries of filth,

The waves crashing into the canyon have brought about many bumps in fate.

My motherland,

is a vast land with abundant resources,

the beautiful scenery has given birth to a magnificent traditional culture,

the desert is receiving the setting sun,

The bright moon intoxicates the lotus flowers,

How many brilliant civilizations are still shining on the vast land.

My motherland,

the people are hard-working,

the fifty-six ethnic groups help each other,

the wonderful charm of the East,

The romance of humanistic features,

How many beautiful and moving legends have been passed down through the ages.

This is my motherland,

This is the motherland that I deeply love.

I love your long and splendid history,

I love every inch of the flowers on your land,

I love your beautiful and magnificent rivers and mountains,

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I love the tenacity and perseverance of your people.

My motherland,

The motherland that I deeply love.

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You are the majestic lion-----the majestic wind that dances in China.

You are the origin of human wisdom-----the spark that ignites civilization.

You have a sacred name,

That is China!

That is China, my motherland.

The motherland that I deeply love.

I deeply love my motherland.

The beating heart beats the pulse of five thousand years.

I deeply love my motherland. Motherland,

The surging blood rushes through the waves of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers,

I deeply love my motherland,

The yellow skin is printed with The color left by my ancestors,

I deeply love my motherland,

The black eyes reveal a humble smile,

I deeply love my motherland. I love my motherland deeply,

My strong character uplifts the spirit of Mount Tai,

I love my motherland deeply,

The vast sea territory Filled with all my sustenance.

My motherland,

Lovely China,

You have created a glorious history,

You have raised a great nation.

I am proud of your longevity,

Thousands of years of strong wind cannot break your straight back,

I am proud of your strength,

Resist internal and external troubles and overcome the wasted years.

I am proud of your light,

The Chinese nation firmly controls its own destiny,

I am proud of your spirit,

Reform and opening up are moving forward with great momentum.

My lovely motherland,

No matter where I go,

I will hold your strong arm,

No matter where I go, No matter where you are,

you warm my heart.

My lovely motherland,

you hold the rudder of the new century,

you use speed, you use strength,

Create miracles that shock the world.

You used your hard work and your wisdom to carry out another more brilliant development!

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of hope,

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of vigor!

Ancient Poems

Lu You's "Shi'er"

After death, I know that everything is in vain, but I am not as sad as Jiuzhou.

Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices.

"I heard that the army was taking over Henan and Hebei" (Du Fu)

Suddenly it was said outside the sword that they were taking over Jibei. When I first heard about it, my clothes were filled with tears.

But seeing where his wife was worried, she was filled with poems and books filled with joy.

It is necessary to indulge in drinking while singing during the day, and it is better to return home with the company of youth.

That is, pass through Wu Gorge from Ba Gorge, then go down to Xiangyang towards Luoyang.

"A feeling of coming out of the gate to welcome the coolness at dawn on an autumn night" (Lu You)

Thirty thousand miles of river to the east flows into the sea, and five thousand miles of mountains reach the sky.

The remaining people shed tears in the dust and looked south to see Wang Shi for another year.

"Inscribed on Lin'an Residence" (Lin Sheng)

Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

The warm breeze makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou?

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