I am a bird.

Fly in your vast sky

Sometimes you are cloudy, sometimes it rains.

The sunshine will never disappear.

I am a small fish.

Blue waves that travel through your sky

Sometimes you are calm, sometimes you fall down.

Finally give it back to me.

homeland ...

What a touching sentence this is.

Smile kindly like a mother.

As touching as lovers' complaints.

You are my lush shade in spring.

You are my golden harvest in autumn.

You are my cool summer breeze.

You are my warm bonfire in winter.

homeland ...

Thinking of you.

My heartstrings can't help trembling.

Songs flow on the strings

Sneak into the gurgling river

Thinking of you.

I can't feel calm.

Thoughts feather into light clouds.

Fly high into the sky and float to the earth.

Overlooking the vast mountains and rivers

homeland ...

You are my childhood dream.

Under the wandering oil lamp

The mysterious and confusing story of the old grandmother

It's on the dock where you're going.

Father's tearful exhortation

You are the soil of your hometown.

So rich and simple.

You are a forest of steles carved by ancestors.

Condense wisdom and blood and tears.

You are the plank road of the Three Gorges cliff.

Break and dig again

You are the dam by the Yellow River.

Rebuild after collapse

You are a sailboat.

Throughout history, young people have never fallen.

Through thousands of beaches and valleys

homeland ...

You're not just a picture.

A map shaped like a rooster

It is not a combination of several slogans.

You are history, you are reality.

You've been handed down from generation to generation.

Hope and sustenance

Among the unearthed bronzes and pottery

Have your mottled and rich memory

In the towering buildings.

Have your high-spirited style.

Your sigh is so deep and long

Your call is so irresistible

homeland ...

I mourn for you.

I used to be proud of you.

I suffer for you.

I was happy for you.

You are a seed.

Germinate in your heart and smoke leaves.

Grow into a leafy tree

You will never wither, you will never fall.

Because of your roots

Has been deeply rooted in my soul.

Into my blood, into my bones.

homeland ...

When you are sad and confused

I call you again and again.

You are the trend of cleaning up pollution.

Put the surging passion

Fill my heart

You teach me love and truth.

Even in the face of the noose

And you can't put your sincere conscience

surrender

Live for a day

I will love you wholeheartedly for one day.

Until I turn into flying dust

homeland ...

References:

Zhao's Motherland

I'm proud that I'm from China.

Author-Wang Huairang

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 that I am from China!

I'm from China-

The Loess Plateau is my chest.

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'm proud that I'm 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.

It also rings at the Olympic Games.

Shouting "China scores"

When applause sent the flag of China to the blue sky,

I wish I were 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

It is predicted that the center of the earth will not 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'm proud that I'm from China.

Long live the motherland.

Author-Qu Zhi

Long live the motherland! Like a bell ringing in the sky.

Every note is a thrilling spring thunder.

Long live the motherland! The loudest compliment

Let me cry.

Long live the motherland! Chorus for five thousand years.

As vivid and magnificent as the wind blowing the wheat waves

Visit the grassland and watch the eagle and goose parade.

Walk into the mountains and watch the scenery in the seasonal cycle in the wind and bird songs.

The flag of the new century rises in Ran Ran.

Let me cheer and revel in the towering buildings.

Look at Wan.

There are infinitely beautiful scenery.

Long live the motherland! Standing tall is the green hill.

It's the green water that refuses to take a firm side.

The immortality of the mountain has shaped the magnificent scenery of 5000 years.

The water has lost its prestige for 5,000 years.

In the fireworks of the festival

I am the bud of burning and explosion.

Long live the motherland! long distance call

Wonderful compliment

In the ranks of people

I am a wheat on the national emblem.

On the flowers and green trees of the motherland

I'm a flight planner.

Long live the motherland! Long live the motherland!

How many dynasties have you experienced?

A generation of tianjiao is gone.

God's palace collapsed.

Only the Great Wall of Wan Li will never die.

Long live the motherland! A hymn of my life

The light in my blood

In my life,

Everything outside can be given up.

The only thing I can't give up

This is my dear motherland.

Auspicious motherland

Author-Anonymous

With the Yellow River and the Yangtze River.

Pulsating motherland

Epigram and bronze

Shining motherland

Under the bright red morning sun

Into my eyes and blood

I know

I'm talking a lot now

But four words came out of my throat.

Say this word.

Auspicious motherland

Auspicious motherland

I know

my motherland

Gave me a sign of skin color.

I know

There are many yellow skins.

Similar skin color

But I still like it.

Give me the motherland of skin color.

I know that our motherland has had its glory.

There have also been humiliations

I know

Being born in the twentieth century is a blessing.

I can listen.

national anthem

Mao Zedong

On barren land

Light a spark

Deng Xiaoping

Enlarge the eyes of the nation

Let the motherland go through the magic of the century

I hope

Auspicious motherland

I hope

Auspicious motherland

This is a boiling motherland.

You can't shut her throat in winter.

This is a rising motherland.

Nothing can stop her.

This is a motherland that will never fall.

When the once-in-a-century flood

Southeast Asian storm is coming.

The worse the disaster.

The greater the confidence.

This is a new motherland.

Facing the new century

China in the knowledge economy.

I have many words in my chest.

If you want to talk too much

The most beautiful sentence is

Auspicious motherland

Auspicious motherland

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

Author-Wu Min

Dedicated to you, my motherland-on the eve of the first dawn of 2 1 century.

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

When tomorrow's sun

Red Ran Ran rises in

Moments on the eastern horizon

My first sincere phone call

My first pious blessing

The first tear burns in my eyes.

The first fire rolled in my chest.

I firmly believe that there will be more times.

Or for these two Chinese characters.

-"Motherland"!

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

I often think—

It was my parents who gave me lean meat.

It is my motherland that gives me full thoughts.

So, I can borrow this

-Thin and poetic.

In flowers, grasslands, rivers and mountains.

Between heaven and earth-

Live vividly and enthusiastically. ...

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

On the eve of the first dawn of 2 1 century.

I want to bring a young man from China.

In the name of the poet-

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

-In my life.

How much I want it.

Give my heart and blood, my talent.

What I have—

I can write you one.

The most magnificent glory of the new millennium.

Poetry! ——

About your power

About your resurrection

About your rise

……

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

Poems and songs for you-

Be strong, revive and rise.

-How much I want it.

Can use such words

To have such lofty sentiments

Can do this in this style.

With my 5000-year savings, I brewed and considered it.

This poem-

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

……

China, I lost my keys.

Author-Liang

China, I lost my keys.

That was more than ten years ago,

I ran along the red street,

I ran to the wilderness in the suburbs, screaming,

Later,

I lost my key.

Heart, painful heart,

I don't want to wander anymore,

I want to go home,

Open the drawer, look through my childhood photos,

Also look at the one sandwiched in the page.

Emerald clover

In addition,

I also want to open the bookcase,

Take out a Heine ballad.

I'm going on a date,

I held the book in front of her,

As my message to the blue sky

A signal of love.

All this,

All these beauties cannot be achieved,

China, I lost my keys.

Oh, my God, it's raining again.

My keys,

Where are you lying?

I think the wind and rain have corroded you,

You are rusty.

No, I don't think so,

I will stubbornly look for it,

I hope to find you again.

The sun,

Have you seen my keys?

May your light,

Warm and shining for it.

I walked on this vast field,

I followed my heart's footsteps,

All that's lost,

I've been thinking about it.

October of the motherland

Motherland! This poetic name

It permeates your every season.

That's a white dove under the blue sky.

Wake up on the first morning in October.

Ah! Motherland, I have loved you for too long. ...

October! my motherland

Please give me a flashlight.

I follow in your footsteps.

Let every dream flow with sweetness.

Let all sounds be covered with golden notes.

The day I approached you-

Please fill the sky with rosy clouds for me.

I want to inject eternal vitality into your growing troubles.

The first October is always full of echoes, like tears falling from flowers.

* * * The voice of America walks through your heart.

Extend to the most passionate melody

In my heart, you are more than just a green island to rest on.

You are my red cloud, rising with the beat.

Whether it's mountains, valleys, fields, trails or the sea.

Numerous failures and successes have enriched October.

Ah! homeland ...

Who is wearing the crown of October?

The first morning in October is in front of Tiananmen Square.

I feel the aftertaste of sweet-scented osmanthus and the sound of bumper harvest drums.

I recall the historical sound carved on white marble.

My mind has changed.

Flying clouds

vast territory of the motherland

How can I not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? !

The rising October has been contested in Qian Fan.

And my singing, my motherland.

Become a flock of flying white doves

Full of vibration

shake ...