Qi: 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!
I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river
Spinning tired songs for hundreds of years
I am the blackened miner’s lamp on your forehead
Follow you as you crawl through the tunnel of history
I am a shriveled ear of rice; a roadbed in disrepair
A barge on the shoal
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Put the rope deeply into your shoulders
——Motherland!
I am poverty
I am sorrow
I am your ancestors
The painful hope
Yes "Flying" sleeves
Flowers that have not fallen to the ground for thousands of years
——Motherland
I am your new ideal
Just escaped from the cobweb of myth
I am the germ of the ancient lotus under your snow quilt
I am your laughter nest with tears
I am the newly painted snow-white starting line
It is the crimson dawn
It is gushing
——The motherland
I am you One billionth
is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters
You fed it with your scarred breasts
I am confused, I am deep in thought, I am boiling
Then get it from my flesh and blood
Your wealth, your Glory, your freedom
——Motherland
My dear motherland
My motherland,
The mountains are towering,
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The majestic mountain peak overlooks the wind and rain of history,
The dusk is vast,
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 surging,
The mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history,
The rapids advance bravely, < /p>
Washing away a hundred years of filth,
The stormy waves crashing into the canyon have brought about many bumps in fate.
My motherland,
It has a vast land and abundant resources,
The beautiful scenery has given birth to a magnificent traditional culture,
The desert is harvesting the setting sun,
The bright moon intoxicates the lotus flowers,
How many bright civilizations are still shining on the vast land.
My motherland,
The people are hard-working,
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. < /p>
You are a majestic lion-----dancing the majestic wind of China,
You are the origin of human wisdom-----igniting the spark of 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 Yangtze River
The waves of the Yellow River,
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,
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I deeply love my motherland,
A strong character lifts the spirit of Mount Tai,
I deeply love my motherland,
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The vast sea is 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 winds 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.
With your hard work and wisdom,
you have made another more brilliant development!
Motherland, motherland,
You are always full of hope,
Motherland, motherland,
You are always full of vigor!
Ringing the row of copper chimes, the rich and clear left and right rhymes move from far to near, traveling through five thousand years and fifty-three years of colorful flower seasons. In the river continent, the water The Mekong River, the sun above the mountains, and the shores of the sea, there are layers of ripples and echoes, condensing a theme in the hearts of hundreds of millions of descendants of Yan and Huang: Motherland! We use the singing voice of Guan Ju in "The Book of Songs", the melody of Qu Yuan's "Ode to Orange", the ancient style and Yuefu, rhymed poetry and Sanqu, the Peking Opera and Qin Opera, the bangzi and the drum lyrics to sing the glory of your magnificent history, and sing your unyielding love. Dignity and sanctity. We sing your song with the bouquet of flowers in Qu Qiubai's hand, with the poverty in Fang Zhimin's body, with the patch on Liu Zhidan's chest, with the oil lamp in front of Jiao Yulu's window, and with the string of footprints left on the snowy field of Kong Fansen soul and spirit. Dear motherland, let us use the hands of picking weeds, tea and mulberries to weave the colorful door flower beds and weave the colorful lanterns and clouds; let us sing the national anthem and the flying five-star red flag in the golden season and the golden morning. It echoes the passion that has been surging day and night for thousands of years. The Yellow River is fierce, the Yangtze River is strong, Mount Tai is majestic, Kunlun is vast, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers pass by Tiananmen Square, past teams of Lei Feng, past teams of Li Xiangqun, past teams of Fang Hongxiao... The most beautiful and most beautiful thing for the Chinese people is to walk out. Step out of the most spectacular and magnificent phalanx of the Chinese nation with a charming pace! My dear motherland, with five thousand years of implication and accumulation, fifty-three years of sublation and inheritance, it is time for an Eastern giant to say "No!" and speak. Regardless of the wind and waves, it is better than taking a leisurely stroll. Peace and development are your earnest wishes. You stride in the dawn of the new century magnanimously and openly! In the strong east wind of the "16th National Congress", the new generation of Chinese leaders are continuing to lead the Chinese nation towards new glory!
If you ask me to sing a song,
I will sing "I Love the Motherland".
If I were asked to draw a picture,
I would draw "My Motherland".
If I were asked to write a poem,
I would write "Ode to the Motherland".
Now,
I am writing poetry.
I want to sing the praises of the motherland,
Sing the praises of her beauty.
Because she treasures the Great Wall and the Qin Terracotta Warriors;
Because she is the mother of Suzhou, Hangzhou and Guilin;
Because she owns Xishuangbanna and the Xisha Islands.
I want to sing the praises of the motherland,
Praise her strength.
Because we have fulfilled our space dream;
Because we successfully bid for the Olympic Games;
Because we joined the WTO.
I want to sing the praises of the motherland,
Sing the praises of her spirit.
Because she breastfed Lei Feng and Lai Ning;
Because she nurtured Zhou Enlai and Deng Xiaoping;
Because she created Sima Qian and Xu Beihong.
Ah, motherland!
Thousands of rivers are your flowing hair,
The rolling mountains are your green blood,
The water of Dongting Lake is your bright eyes ,
The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is your strong backbone,
Beijing is your beating heart,
Guilin’s landscape is the emerald on your head,
The earth dotted with plum trees and peonies is your clothes.
I would like to turn it into a poem, a painting and a song,
singing your praise forever:
My mother - the Chinese people ***Heguo.
Chinese dragon, take off, the 21st century is your stage!