The sound of the salute shook the earth, and the five-star red flag was like a pink cloud. The glorious course has attracted worldwide attention, and the motherland is everywhere. The reform and opening up have set sail, and the motherland has leapt onto the splendid steed. Today, the exhibition will fight again, and the bright future will be praised by the world. Looking at the present, the wind and rain are even more high-spirited. The sonorous gong sound and crisp left sound and right rhyme of the motherland have gone through the long years of 5,000 years and the colorful flowering season of 60 years from far and near. We in song for you eulogize our beautiful motherland and our great mother! Mother, I'm proud of you. The 5,000-year-old culture of the people of China has merged into a long river of history and will always surge in my chest. Motherland, I am proud of you. In the mysterious land of the Chinese nation, a dazzling miracle will sprout in an era, and the giant pen of history will depict your glory in the new century! Mom, today is your birthday. When we look up at the bright five-star red flag, how can we not help song for you? Sing the water of this day, sing the spring breeze, summer rain, autumn fruit and winter snow, and sing the kind and brave people. Every song belongs to you, the great motherland! Celebrating the 60th Anniversary of the Founding of New China and the 30th Anniversary of Reform and Opening-up: Singing the Dream of the Motherland Not 59 years ago, I solemnly swore on the Tiananmen Gate that the country with a splendid civilization history of 5,000 years would be reborn like a phoenix. In the past 59 years, countless storms were created, and the miracle of the Chinese dragon took off, which attracted worldwide attention. In the past 59 years, the great mother of the motherland stood proudly in the motherland in the east of the world, and your sons and daughters would not forget how much you were when you were 59th birthday. How many years have you struggled in pain, how many times have you thought in happiness, and made progress in hard work. The fierce winds will not bend your tall and straight back, and the terrible waves will not bend your resolute body. You firmly grasp the pulse of the development of the times, and you firmly grasp your own destiny. You hold the rudder of the ship in the new century with diligence and wisdom. The glory of courage and will is developing. You have set off such a magnificent wave of reform. You are advancing so fast. On your beautiful and rich land, five mountains of Mount Everest and Weili stand so majestic. The Yellow River flows, the Yangtze River flows, six animals are fat and the grain is plentiful. How to rise the city in your vast land? Don't let the poet's passion jump for the prosperous motherland. In the conception of painting, you stand up and don't let the children's blood boil. You stride in your chest. How can you not let the surging emotions of hundreds of millions of nations surge? How can you draw a grand blueprint with a great pen and prevent the civilized flame of China people from surging? The era you are advancing is a hundred years long ride 1 100 million people. You hold high the ancient charm of crossing the century and you will inherit the glory of the century.
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The salute shook the world, and the five-star red flag was like rosy clouds. The glorious course has attracted worldwide attention, and the land of China is full of flowers. After the reform and opening up, the motherland has leapt to a swift horse. Today, the map of war and flood is exhibited again, and the bright future is praised by the world. Now, after the storm, it is proudly taking off. The motherland rang a row of bronze bells, and the rich and clear left sound and right rhyme rose from far to near, through the colorful flower season of 5000 and 60 years, rising on the river bank. At this moment of national celebration, we sing for you, our beautiful motherland and our great mother! Mom, I'm proud of you. The 5,000-year-old culture of the descendants of China has flowed into the long river of history and stirred in my chest forever. Motherland, I am proud of you. In the magical land of the Chinese nation, generate has performed dazzling miracles again and again, and the giant pen of history will depict your brilliance in the new century! Mom, today is your birthday. When we look up at the bright five-star red flag, how can we not help song for you? Sing about this day, this land, this water, spring breeze, summer rain, autumn harvest and winter snow, as well as kind and brave people. Every hymn belongs to you, the great motherland! Celebrate the 60th anniversary of the founding of New China and the 30th anniversary of reform and opening up; Singing the dream of the motherland; The solemn oath on Tiananmen Gate fifty-nine years ago made this ancient country with 5,000 years of splendid civilization reborn like a phoenix. In the past 59 years, loong, which has experienced numerous storms, has taken off and miraculously created impressive achievements. Fifty-nine years later, the great motherland is like a proud giant. On the occasion of your fifty-ninth birthday, your children will never forget that over the years, you have trudged in pain, honed in pain, meditated in joy and made progress in struggle. The wind will not break your tall and straight spine, and the waves will not bend your resolute posture. You firmly grasp the pulse of the development of the times, and you firmly grasp your own destiny. The helmsman in the new century is hardworking, intelligent, courageous and persistent, and has achieved brilliant development again and again. The wave of reform you set off is so magnificent. Your magnificent gesture of moving forward quickly is so magnificent. In your beautiful and rich land, Mount Everest stands tall and the Yellow River flows. The Yangtze River flows in your vast territory. Six livestock are fat, and the grain is abundant. Small towns rise and cities prosper the motherland. Why not let the poet's passion gush in your leap? Why not let the child's blood boil in his chest? Why not let the sonorous rhythm of your high-pitched March touch the heartstrings of hundreds of millions of people? Why not let the Chinese people be fascinated by the motherland? You live for a million years and multiply tens of billions of people. The flame of civilization you hold high will cross the century, and your ancient charm will shine for generations to come.
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