That's a familiar face,
This is the kindest smiling face I have ever seen since I lost my loved one.
Tears glistened in its eyes,
Words are full of power.
At that moment,
I think I have a strong motherland.
It was a strange face,
Is the bravest person I have ever seen buried under the rubble,
It pried open the ruins,
Removed the boulder.
At that moment,
I think I have a strong motherland.
That's a beautiful face,
This is the face of an angel I saw in my hospital bed.
It bandaged my wound,
Attention drove away my fears.
At that moment,
I think I have a strong motherland.
That's a kind face,
It is the calmest face I have ever seen before I ran out of the classroom.
This is for its own students,
Achieved their own eternity.
At that moment,
I think I have a strong motherland.
That's a young face,
This is the most anxious face I have ever seen in a long line.
It's for the wounded in the disaster area,
Gave his blood.
At that moment,
I think I have a strong motherland.
This is a busy face,
Is the most tired face I have ever seen on the front line of disaster relief,
His eyes are bloodshot,
Too late to take care of my family.
At that moment,
I think I have a strong motherland.
That's the cutest face in the world,
That's the faces of men and women I've never seen since the earthquake in my hometown.
Far overseas,
Warm eyes fell on me.
At that moment,
I think I have a strong motherland.
The earth moves, the sky does not collapse,
Great love comes from great disasters.
At that moment,
I think I have a strong motherland. Dedicated to the teacher
Ordinary people, ordinary hands,
Build a bridge of knowledge.
Through the cold winter,
Through the hot summer
Cultivate students.
A piece of chalk.
Point out the maze of knowledge kingdom
A blackboard,
Write down the true feelings deeper than the sea.
A podium,
Reflects the gardener's difficulty in watering flowers.
Three-foot pointer
Swing away the road to the ideal realm
We are stars.
You are the moon.
Tell us a beautiful story.
Let's enter a beautiful dream.
The sunshine in the morning is your bright smile.
Whether we fail or win.
Whether we go forward or backward.
You will encourage us to make persistent efforts with a smile.
teacher
A kind mother
teacher
Thousands of childlike dreams
teacher
The motherland has given you a special mission.
Let you put a small seedling
Cultivate into the pillars of the motherland
teacher
I hope your kind face will never get old.
teacher
I want your bright eyes to never dim.
teacher
I hope your black hair will never turn white.
teacher
I want to relax your tired hands.
teacher
I want to bless you, song for you.
teacher
You are the person I admire most! Fly into the new year's gate
L: The earth has ushered in another Spring Festival.
Little tree, add another ring,
The earth, once around the sun,
Qi: Open the door for us in the New Year.
L: Excuse me, Xiaoshu,
Is the root deeper?
When the spring breeze blows the earth,
Can you give more nutrition to the branches and leaves?
The little tree said, my root,
Has been deeply rooted in the earth;
I will send messages to trunks, branches and leaves,
Transport more and better nutrients.
Sorry, Earth,
How to greet the Spring Festival?
Will primroses bloom fresher?
Will the little bee work harder?
The earth said, "I am willing to pay." ,
Colorful flowers, harvest songs.
Believe it, primrose will be more colorful,
Little bees will give people sweet honey.
Oh, I have to ask you,
Lovely red scarf,
When you cross the threshold of the New Year,
How do you want to stride forward?
C: In the past year,
Used to be so exciting;
The teacher is in my grade book,
Write the new "excellent" and full marks.
In the new year,
I want to learn my skills creatively.
Like a soldier tearing down a bunker,
I'm going to the cultural mountain parade.
In the past year,
The wind of civilization blows all over the towns and villages;
The beautiful appearance of "Red Scarf Hygiene Street",
It is the crystallization of our labor.
In the new year,
We should be students of spiritual civilization.
Let the motherland praise her children happily;
Everyone has a beautiful heart.
E: In the past year,
The activities of the Young Pioneers are rich and novel.
The little red flowers in China Garden,
Red and bright, how gratifying.
In the new year,
Never be ashamed of the red scarf on our chest;
In order to add new luster to it,
Not with words, but with actions.
A: In the past year,
Our relationship with the playground is getting deeper and deeper.
Playing ball and running, he grew an inch.
Tug-of-war, throwing, strength increased a few points.
In the new year,
We should pass the standard of physical exercise;
Like a baby eagle flying in the vast blue sky,
We should exercise our bones and muscles.
B: In the past year,
We are close to the Youth League.
Trapped at the age of ten-the age of joining the league,
It's getting closer.
In the new year,
We cherish the red scarf on our chest more.
When we took off the red scarf because it was over,
There is also a glittering group emblem on the chest.
L: ah! Good answer,
The motherland has heard your voices.
The motherland said: look further,
2/kloc-the new owner of China in the 20th century!
A: Yes! In the golden sunshine,
We will enter 2008.
We should realize the four modernizations.
Let the socialist building soar into the sky.
C: We are trying to create today.
It is for tomorrow's dedication;
We learned our skills well today.
You can't make achievements until tomorrow.
Through hard work,
Qi: irrigate one dusk after another;
With the prophecy of victory,
Qi: call the morning and return to the morning.
L: Mom and Dad said with a smile.
Good boy!
The teacher nodded happily and said:
Bing Ding: Good student!
L: Grandpa said confidently:
Qi: Good successor!
L: ah! When the earth welcomes another Spring Festival,
When the young tree adds another ring,
Qi: The red scarf is like a vigorous baby eagle.
Fly into the new year's gate! Young China
With boundless night as ink
Use the scarred land as paper.
After the opium war
who is it?
Write down two words-China.
It makes people feel depressed and tired.
It is more painful to read and more sad to read.
This has shrunk in the history books of the late Qing Dynasty.
Thin porcelain.
The one kneeling in the treaty of nanking.
Weak China.
On that day, countless young people
Take to the streets.
Face the drop of blood
Facing the bleak life
Their shouts were like thunder.
Stir this sleeping land
They are like bundles of flames.
Spread on a tortuous road
Beautiful flowers bloom in May.
Since then, they have joined the ranks of * * * producers.
They chose without hesitation.
Smash the darkness with a hammer
Harvest the light with a sickle
They walked along the street.
They crossed the Xiongguan Pass.
They galloped on the battlefield.
They fought bravely against the enemy.
They are going to use the gun rod as a pen.
Write a brand-new China.
They should take blood as their color.
Describe a young China.
Many years later.
When my eyes crossed the peak of history
I can still feel their breathing.
I saw it again.
I saw it again.
Youth groups
That sweaty face
I heard it again.
Their loud songs.
Reverberating on the barren land
They use their youth without regrets.
In the long years
Write a love poem
Yes, years are long and life is long.
This is a passionate poem.
This is a landscape full of flowers.
This is a magnificent symphony.
This is the monument of Top Gun.
Oh, China, I want to write a poem for you.
In the golden language of the sun
The vast blue of the heart sea
Oh, China, I want to draw a picture for you.
With the color of spring flowers
Under the five-star red flag
Today, the capital China.
It makes people read clearly and smoothly.
Today, a soaring China.
It makes people read more vividly and proudly.
This is breaking out in the east of the world.
China of Hope
This is under the leadership of the China * * * production party.
Brilliant China
This is ours.
Young chinese! "The world, please listen to China's recitation" —— Dedicated to Yu Ji who has walked through the ruins and shadows of explosion and walked out of terrorist attacks and traps since the 16th National Congress of the Communist Party of China. Too much resentment, stuffed into detonators, fast knot one by one, nightmares. The world has been frightened. Who can let her relax for a while? How I want to write a poem with the word love, stroke by stroke, to surround my heart. The heart belongs to the motherland and speaks for you; My heart is all over the world, because you are lyrical. World, please listen to China's recitation-China fought bloody battles in fire, water and knives, and convulsed in pain for 5,000 years. Sometimes I get chills from painful experience, and I often wake up suddenly when I sleep. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, looking for poetry, and the long river was carrying frost in my heart. How can I forget that the source of revolutionary energy began in July of 192 1 year? Assemble a team heading for the sun and sow all the way from Jinggangshan. The world, please listen to China's recitation-now, China is confident and calm, looking at Yunfei and calmly coping. It is better that the golden wind meets the dew. There are countless ceremonies. Today is clear: the coming165438+1October 8, a brightest torch is soaring, and a most brilliant ideal is soaring. Those eight words are infinite, which aroused my infinite association and passion ... The world, please listen to China's recitation-some people interpret poetry as a temple of language, go back to the sky, and listen to the twilight drum and the morning bell. This statement is not far-fetched, and I agree, but poetry should have a heartbeat and pay attention to the whole life. Sing the momentum of strong winds, clouds like stars flashing, iron horse glaciers and waves flying. Poetry can send out the voice of public opinion, poetry should send out the voice of national conditions, and poetry can send out the voice of oath. Express the feelings of prosperity, write thunder, chant the right path in the world, and sound on paper! The world, please listen to China's recitation-how beautiful Chinese is, how cadenced, how pictographic the words are, and how vivid the words are. Qu yuan's "ze pan recitation: please praise oranges" and Li Bai's "sword recitation: fishing Aos and riding whales" Su Dongpo sang all the bright moons in the sky, and it took China five thousand years to rhyme Ding Dong. Counting romantic figures depends on the present, and who can win in the big era of coquettish literary talent? Mao Zedong recited Stand Up, Deng Xiaoping recited Get Rich and Run a Well-off Society, and Jiang Zemin recited Theory of Three Represents. 1300 million China people responded with one voice, the whole world, ears pricked up and eyes widened. World, please listen to China's recitation-I will never forget this year's National Day of the Republic of China. I took to Chang 'an Avenue to see how I hugged Beijing for the 53rd time in 10. There was no military parade, no assembly, and the people enjoyed peace happily. Just pick the most beautiful flowers in my heart and surround the sacred Tiananmen Square layer by layer. 250 thousand people watched the flag raising in the morning, which made my blood boil. As the flag bearer waved his right arm smartly, the five-star red flag and Chaoyang began to recite. The world, please listen to China's recitation-I stand in front of the Great Hall of the People and stare, thinking about the prosperity of the new century. The report of the 16th National Congress of the Communist Party of China will pave a brilliant road, with bright light between the lines. People's opinions and votes will be put in the ballot box, which will show the future of the motherland. I brought100000 mountains and 8,000 canyons, and used the echo as a megaphone to powerfully transmit the thunder and lightning that broke out in the venue. Silently looking at the national emblem overhead, but knowing the sufferings of the world without saying a word. The wheat ears are discussing the reform process ... The world, please listen to China's recitation-reciting the poems of Yuanqu in Tang poetry and Song poetry, and now reciting the high sky and thick soil and the long wind in the desert. Recite the stormy waves in the east, the mountains in the west, Huangguoshu Waterfall and Hukou Lang Feng. Recite lop Nur Cloud and Cloud, Xichang Satellite, South-to-North Water Transfer Project and West-to-East Gas Transmission Project. Recite the ambition of hybrid rice growing up in China, recite the Three Gorges Dam and stand up in front of the people of China. Recite that the manned spaceship Shenzhou was launched again, and recite that the naval ship successfully made its maiden voyage around the world. The world, please listen to China's recitation-the geographical context on the map changes every day, recording the process of urbanization in China. Perhaps, the recitation here is also mixed with local accent, but the practice is the Pentium of the high-tech society. Visible and invisible, silent and audible, listen with your ears and recite with your head. Recitation is the speed of China's sustainable development, and recitation is the speed of our national strength. Recall the history of China, dream of Xuanyuan, watch the phoenix dance and see the shadow of dragonflies. World, please listen to China recite ... Yellow River Ode.
Friend!
With his heroism,
Vilen in Asia;
It shows the spirit of our nation:
Great and powerful!
Here,
We are heading for the Yellow River,
Sing our hymn.
I stood at the top of the mountain,
Looking at the rolling Yellow River,
Run southeast.
The waves are rough,
Set off a turbulent wave;
Turbid flow turns around,
Form a nine-song chain;
From the foot of Kunlun Mountain,
Run to the yellow sea;
Put the central plains land
Split into two sides.
Ah, the Yellow River!
You are the cradle of the Chinese nation!
Five thousand years of ancient culture,
Originated from you;
How many heroic stories,
Play by your side!
Ah, the Yellow River!
You are great and strong,
Like a giant
Appears on the plains of Asia,
Use your heroic body
Build a barrier for our country.
Ah, the Yellow River!
You're depressed,
Huge,
To the north and south banks
Stretch out a thousand iron arms.
The great spirit of our nation,
Will be cultivated by you
Carry forward and grow!
Heroes and sons and daughters of our motherland,
Will learn from you,
As great and strong as you!
As great and strong as you! Chinese boy
One comes from the lofty and steep plateau,
I am the snow lotus on the iceberg;
B from Treasure Island surrounded by blue waves.
I am a milk swallow in the sea breeze;
C comes from the vast grassland,
I am a young eagle flying under the blue sky;
Ding came from the loess slope with seven ditches and eight beams.
I am Shandandan, who is fresh and tender by the Yellow River.
Qi! The hope of land growth in China,
We are China teenagers!
Ding Jiuqu's Yellow River taught me perseverance,
Jia Mang (Mng) Mang Kunlun (lún) taught me to stand tall,
C taught me that what is pure is the snowflake in the north.
B What taught me to be warm was the red cotton in southern Xinjiang.
Jia Yi Long's hometown, the cradle of the nation,
Beautiful mountains and rivers, our home.
As soon as I entered the vigorous jìng majestic Chinese characters,
Feel the heroic spirit of Water Margin and Three Kingdoms;
B to picturesque Tang poetry and Song poetry,
Appreciate the bells of Fengqiao and the lonely smoke in the desert;
C babbled in grandma's songs,
The story of Nuwa (wā) and Dayu (Y incarnation) haunts my ears;
Dshāng is a toddler in grandpa's arms.
Dongzi and Lei Feng's footsteps lead me forward.
Chinese people, Chinese people,
Black eyes and yellow skin, the appearance remains the same.
At the end of the month in butyl five, the heart follows the dragon boat to chase the soul of poetry.
Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the full moon sends me thoughts.
At the Bao 'ao (o) package meeting, archery and wrestling showed the tenacity of small herders;
Holding Ha (h m) Da with one hand, singing and dancing, and blessing my friends.
The beauty of the East nourishes the offspring of the dragon,
Five thousand years of culture is rooted in our hearts.
We remember the advantages and disadvantages of Chinese mothers.
Not to mention what she has suffered.
Qiàn can't pull his question mark-like body straight,
The ancient bricks of the Great Wall can't stop the shrapnel of foreign guns.
c！ It's a spark in July, a boat in South Lake,
Let the oriental lion rise from the nightmare.
The blood of a pioneer revived the frozen soil for thousands of years,
China only smiles at young people.
The Story of Spring resounded throughout the country.
China! Opened a brand-new picture.
Today, history and future will be welded by us.
The baton of the times depends on us,
Standing at the new starting line, loudly answer:
Qi teenager wants to write a poem by China (cuǐ) Can (càn)!
A don't expect sunshine everywhere under your feet.
B don't fantasize about sunny days overhead,
C is not infatuated with the honey pot hotbed given by his father and brother.
Ding doesn't forget the "most dangerous time" battle song flying!
A wants to be the flagship of breaking the waves,
B wants to build a rocket to propel the spaceship.
Third, cut off poverty like a sword.
Ding wants to connect the world with love.
Jia Ding listened, and Lu Sheng (shēng) and suǒ na played together.
Look, the swallow and fly with me the eagle.
Fifty-six flowers are blooming,
Decorate the Wan Li Garden.
One that makes the souls of ancestors proudly marvel:
Qi! This is my China!
This is China boy! I am proud, I come from China! Among countless blue eyes and brown eyes,
I have a pair of black eyes like jewels.
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 am a descendant of the compass and printing.
I am a descendant of pi and 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 am proud, I come from China! 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,
Also at the Olympic Games,
Shouting "China scores". When applause raised the five-star red flag to the blue sky,
I am proud, I come from China! I'm from China.
My huge arms are like the Great Wall,
Not only the drill pipe of the diamond oil production machine
Predict that the center of the earth can't hit oil,
Send communication satellites to our ancestors.
White clouds that I have never seen in my dream.
When the five oceans listen to the voice of 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 murals be with us.
I'm Tian Fei,
Flying is us.
I am proud, I come from China!
In the morning, we are a group of white doves whistling, opening up a large area of sunshine and love. At night, we are a group of passionate notes that encourage colorful neon and popular colors. We are the leaders of the market trend. Facing the choppy market economy, we ride the east wind of reform and opening up, control the stormy waves with strength and self-confidence, and create a beautiful voyage with diligence and wisdom. We are the messengers of civilization, patriotic and law-abiding, our code of conduct, courtesy and honesty. On the journey of building a harmonious Shaoye, we quickly make selfless contributions and sublimate the life value of our posts. We are the strong voice of the times. We are not content with mediocrity and silence. The outside world is amazing and wonderful. Let the free colorful clouds stretch freely and let the freshness and beauty of youth bloom freely. We are wise men in life. We lost our way in history. After years of vicissitudes and the washing of wind and rain, today we are full of lofty sentiments. Kuafu's courage to chase the sun and catch up with modern civilization showed the eyes that surprised the world. We are the pride of society. We like to weave colorful dreams, so that life is covered with colorful clouds. We drive away the shadows with enthusiasm. We create the future with our hands, bathed in the sunshine and rain of the new century, and galloped on the road of building a well-off society. The beautiful blueprint has drawn the horn of progress. On the journey of modernization, we blew the glorious "motherland, I love you" towards the new century.
I like your jingling camel bells.
It is it that makes the Silk Road go back to ancient times. I love your green grass buds.
It covers the desolate Gobi desert. I like your rural flute.
It is it that scatters colorful notes in all directions.
I like the tall buildings in your city.
It is it that puts people's ideals in the sun.
I like the blue waves of the Yangtze River.
It played and sang the voices of 56 nationalities.
I love you, waves of the Yellow River.
Raised 654.38+300 million people.
I like the majesty of the Great Wall.
It is the backbone of China people.
Huangshan, I love you.
It shows the beauty and dignity of the motherland.
I love your broad-minded plateau.
It is it that reveals the courage of the people of China.
I like the density of your sugarcane forest.
It is sweet to the hearts of hundreds of millions of people.
I like your open window.
It is it that makes the flower of civilization bloom.
I like your wave of reform.
It is it that takes off the hat of poverty and backwardness.
I like your clever mind.
It was it that won the gold medal for the four great inventions.
I love your hardworking hands.
It's for the modern motherland.
I like your great national flag.
It represents the direction of the people.
I like your colorful sails.
It is it that makes the ship of the century whistle and sail! Motherland, I love you.
I like your Aoki grass show.
I like your birdsong and frog's singing.
I love your mountains and rivers.
I love your city, town and country.
I like your affair.
You love your beautiful motherland, and I love you.
You gave me life.
You gave me strength.
You give me the desire to plug in.
A pair of flying wings.