Motherland, motherland
Author: Qing Ying (modern)
Under the red flag of blood
I sing loudly about my motherland.
The surging Yellow River washed my soul.
The Great Wall is behind me.
My mother has always given me strong strength.
In suffering, in hot water
Twenty-five thousand miles, clouds and the moon.
The smoke of history rises above my head.
This land has simple beliefs.
Kunlun Mountain is full of national pride.
Countless brilliant dreams and the sun reflect each other.
One amazing morning after another.
The sea collects all the water drops.
The waves rushed to the rolling mountains.
The lights of the city twinkle like stars.
Start with the roads all over the wilderness
Start with lush crops.
The story of spring is full of my motherland.
I took the iron hoe left by my ancestors.
In the vast fields, shadows are floating.
Powerful arms, waving the sun.
The vast melody of life keeps flowing into my smile.
As long as there are rivers, mountains and rivers and Yuan Ye.
My posture is always beautiful and magnificent.
My ancestors passed on the dragon blood to me.
Every river that connects the earth
Hold up the dawn of Qian Qian.
Tomorrow, in the four seasons, in the whole country.
Dreams are constantly extended in thinking.
Seeds take root in the soil until they grow into trees.
Song Tao's voice rolled in.
My team is getting stronger and stronger.
The radiant pages have been opened, motherland!
I know, and I always believe.
The word people will always be the title of your poem.
Flocks of purebred pigeons are flying in the sky
The flag of victory fluttered in the wind.
The glory of revival, the awakening of an era.
Black hair exudes national wisdom.
The sun rises from my feet, rises.
The yellow skin is bloody and youthful.
I made a strong sound in the east.
Motherland, my motherland
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Motherland, motherland
Author: Dong Zhenping (Modern)
Motherland, motherland, I only have one pen.
My words are your footprints.
My lines are your scenery.
Motherland, motherland, I only have one pen.
One of my pens is boiling your blood.
Surging with your passion
Motherland, motherland, I only have one pen.
A pen is like a horse.
Your arms are enough to make me gallop.
A pen is like a bird.
Your dream inspired me to spread my wings.
Motherland, motherland, I only have one pen.
I wish I had a pen.
Can grow into a tree
Send you a shade.
I wish I had a pen.
Can produce a flower
Bring you a wisp of fragrance
Motherland, motherland
I only have one pen.
A pen, connected with the motherland.
This is not a pen.
(3)
China, my proud China.
Author: Cattle Slaughter (Modern)
China, my proud China.
To be close to you is to be close to my relatives.
Holding you is like holding your own blood.
Reading your tears will flood into the gurgling spring.
China, my proud China.
You were born in the smoke of war.
Bathed in five thousand years of China culture.
The backbone of the Yangtze River spirit and Huang Helong spirit is strong.
Suffer hardships in the struggle to conquer nature.
Leaping dreams in the red flag flying in Ma Benteng.
Your pride is hidden in the sound of every bird and every plant.
Hidden in every historic site and high-rise building.
Hidden in every singing river and every running road.
Hidden in the proud hearts of China people.
Hidden in the eyes of people all over the world.
China, my proud China.
No matter how many storms there are, there are many unyielding and tenacious.
The Tangshan earthquake and the Wenchuan earthquake didn't break your will.
Sudden storms, floods and snowstorms didn't stop you from moving forward.
From establishing diplomatic relations with the world to joining the World Trade Organization
From launching the first satellite to manned spacecraft, there are frequent round trips.
From opening the door to reform and opening up to strengthening the country and enriching the people, it has flourished.
From calling for peace and defending sovereignty to returning home in Hong Kong and Macao. ...
Every brave jump and sprint.
It is a beautiful legend.
China, my proud China.
Your every move, every look, extends the most beautiful imagination.
Is the Three Gorges Dam full of energy for you?
Is the west-to-east gas transmission the pulse of your vigorous development?
Is the Qinghai-Tibet Railway your way to heaven?
Is Shenzhen Zhuhai your speed to catch up with the world?
Your warm sunshine shines on every inch of land.
The spring breeze caresses the green mountains and waters of Kyushu.
Listen, the surging cheers are getting higher and higher.
This is the earth's fair and eternal return to you.
China, my proud China.
I want to be closer to you with/kloc-0.3 billion children.
Become a drop of blood in your veins.
With enthusiasm, sincerity, dedication and love
Stand proudly in this world with you fearlessly
Meet all challenges
(4)
Chinese
Author: Twenty-two Painting Dragons (Modern)
No matter when we are born.
We are descendants of the dragon.
Dragon's blood, dragon's bone
What remains unchanged is the spirit.
Wherever we go.
We are from China.
Red Star Hongqi march of the volunteers
What remains unchanged is that dignity is the rise of China.
For mother's smiling face, we are not afraid of bleeding.
We are not afraid to sacrifice for the rise of China.
For the mother's smiling face, we wave upon wave.
Let's go forward.
(5)
The mountains of the motherland, the water of the motherland
Author: Icefield (Modern)
The world is vast and the history is vast.
The waters of rivers are surging, scouring countless heroes.
Dead bones into the mountains, layer upon layer.
The top of the blue mountain turned white.
White is a heroic feat.
The clear river carries the water of a thousand years of civilization.
Is it heroic blood, transparent blood?
This mountain is bone, and that water is blood.
This distant scenery is the history of the motherland.
That ten thousand waters Qian Shan, ten thousand waters Qian Shan.
It is the great achievement of Qian Qian, the motherland.