I love my motherland composition.

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.

I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.

When you grope in the tunnel of history.

I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Pull it into your shoulder

-the motherland!

I am very poor.

I am sad

I am your ancestor.

Painful hope.

It's a flying sleeve.

Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years

-Motherland

I am your brand-new ideal.

Just broke free from the mythical spider web.

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.

I am your tearful smile.

I am the newly painted white starting line.

This is crimson dawn.

Spraying

-Motherland

I am one billionth of you.

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.

With your scarred breasts,

raise

Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.

And then from my flesh and blood

get

Your richness, your glory, your freedom.

-Motherland

my dear motherland

When the majestic China people watch, let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn, and when the majestic Tiananmen Square, let the wind and cloud usher in the rising sun. In the ear of history, the rumble and overwhelming echo of salute came, which is the echo of the vicissitudes of China. A giant looked down at the world, and the whole world heard its loud voice. The people of China and the country were founded! When the first five-star red flag, Ran Ran, was raised, the flag of victory fluttered in the wind and the people raised their heads. The whole world saw that the people of China stood up from now on! This period of history reflects the grandeur, and the sunshine in October is painted to the fullest. This momentum is impassioned and a monument stands in the east of the world. Glorious times, with vigorous hands, wrote a glorious chapter of the new China, and the people proudly pointed out the country. The suffering mother wiped away the tears in the corner of her eyes, revealing her inner joy and heartfelt joy, and the motherland bravely moved toward prosperity and strength. Eulogize our history, with the myth of Pangu's creation, and produce a shining light of life. Eulogize our history and spread it on this barren land with the brilliance of the four great inventions. Eulogize our history, with the enlightenment of Laozi and Confucius, and the flame of thousands of years of civilization illuminates us. Eulogize our history, silk porcelain has crossed the ocean, and everyone knows that it comes from our hometown. Praise our history. In that piece of wolf smoke, a vast terracotta army lineup appeared. Praise our magnificent history and the power of the Great Wall of Wan Li. ..... eulogize our history, thousands of years of ancient land, leaving many tragic stories. The century-old shame hat of the sick man of East Asia was finally thrown into the Pacific Ocean by us, and we realized our dream of reorganizing rivers and mountains. Fifty-four spring and autumn, the splendid land is full of high spirits. In the 54th Spring and Autumn Period, the landscape is picturesque and poetic. Fifty-four spring and autumn, the roaring iron cow combed the sound of the field and turned out the joy and singing of harvest. In the 54th Spring and Autumn Period, the steel backbone was arched in the oil-poor land, and the oil derrick stood in the sand sea. In the fifty-fourth spring and autumn period, the rainbow crossed the Yangtze River, and the majestic Three Gorges Dam was locked for thousands of miles. In the spring and autumn of May 4th, "two bombs" red clouds pierced the sky, and satellites traveled in space. In the fifty-fourth spring and autumn period, the people's army was mighty and magnificent, defending the iron wall of the motherland. In the 54th Spring and Autumn Period, the people harnessed the spring breeze of reform and realized the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation. ..... across our future, in this sacred land, Bo exudes the power to shake the world, and glory and pride glow with a brilliant face. Motherland, I am proud of you. The splendid culture of the Chinese nation has merged into the long river of history and will reverberate in my chest forever. Motherland, I am proud of you. In the wonderful and magical land, the hope of soaring has sprouted again.

My motherland,

The mountains are towering,

The majestic mountain peaks overlook the storms of history.

Twilight is boundless,

Let the wind and cloud pass.

The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.

My motherland,

The river runs,

The mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history,

Rush forward bravely,

Wash away the filth of a hundred years,

The stormy waves hit the canyon, and there were many ups and downs of fate.

My motherland,

Vast territory and rich resources,

Beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture.

The desert accepts the sunset,

Full moon and drunken lotus,

How many splendid civilizations are still shining on the vast land.

My motherland,

The people are hardworking,

Fifty-six ethnic groups sympathize with each other,

The magnificence of oriental charm,

The romantic style of humanistic style,

How many beautiful and moving legends have been passed down through the ages.

This is my motherland,

This is my beloved motherland.

I like your long and splendid history,

I like the flowers on every inch of your land,

I love your magnificent rivers and mountains,

I love you. The people are tenacious.

My motherland,

My beloved motherland.

You are a rooster with your head held high, awakening the silence of the dawn.

You are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era.

You are a lion, dancing the glory of China.

You are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name,

That's China!

That's China, my motherland.

My beloved motherland.

I love my motherland deeply,

The beating heart has been beating for 5 thousand years,

I love my motherland deeply,

Surging blood is flowing for a long time.

The waves of the Yellow River,

I love my motherland deeply,

Yellow skin is printed with the color left by ancestors,

I love my motherland deeply,

Black eyes reveal a humble smile,

I love my motherland deeply,

Strong personality, tall and straight,

I love my motherland deeply,

The vast sea border is full of all my sustenance.

My motherland,

Lovely China,

You made a glorious history,

You raised a great country.

I'm proud of your age,

The wind of a thousand years can't break your tall and straight back,

I'm proud of your strength,

Resist internal troubles and foreign invasion, and go through the years.

I'm proud of your light,

The Chinese nation firmly grasps its own destiny,

I'm proud of your spirit,

Reform and opening up are magnificent.

Lovely motherland,

Wherever I go,

I hold your arm of strength,

No matter where I live,

You have warmed my heart.

Lovely motherland,

You are the helmsman of the new century,

You use speed, you use strength,

Create miracles that shock the world.

You work hard and use your wisdom,

Has carried on another more brilliant development!

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of hope,

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of vigor and vitality!

When a row of bronze bells rang, the rich and clear left sound and right rhyme went from far to near, and through the long years of 5,000 years and the colorful flower season of 53 years, they rippled in layers on the shores of rivers, rivers, mountains and seas, echoing each other from afar, and condensed a theme in the hearts of hundreds of millions of China people: motherland! We use the voice of the Book of Songs, the rhyme of Qu Yuan's ode to oranges, ancient customs and Yuefu, metrical poems and Sanqu, Peking Opera and Shaanxi Opera, bangzi and drums, and your unyielding dignity and sacredness to sing the glory of your magnificent years. We sing your soul and spirit with the bouquet in Qu Qiubai's hand, the poverty in Fang Zhimin, the patch on Liu Zhidan's chest, the oil lamp in front of the focal window and the footprints left on the snowfield. Dear motherland, let's weave colorful flower beds and colorful lanterns with our hands of picking roses, tea and mulberries; Let's sing the national anthem, the flying five-star red flag and the passion that has been surging for thousands of years in the golden season and golden morning. The Yellow River is fierce, the Yangtze River is strong, Mount Tai is strong, and Kunlun Mountain is wide. Wan Li mountains and rivers pass through Tiananmen Square, teams of Lei Feng, teams of Li Xiangqun and teams of Fang Hongxiao ... Out of the most beautiful and affectionate pace of the people of China, out of the most spectacular and magnificent phalanx of the Chinese nation! Dear motherland, five thousand years of implication and accumulation, fifty-three years of sublation and inheritance, an oriental giant can say "no!" " "When you can talk. No matter what storms, it's better than walking around. Peace and development are your aspirations. You are striding forward at the dawn of the new century! In the east wind of the 16th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, a new generation of China leaders are forging ahead into the future and leading the Chinese nation to new glories!

If I want to sing,

I can sing "I love my motherland".

If I draw a picture,

I can draw my motherland.

If I want to write a poem,

I will write Praise the Motherland.

now

I am writing a poem.

I want to sing praises to my motherland,

Praise her for her beauty.

Because she treasures the Great Wall of Wan Li and the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of Qin Dynasty;

Because she is the mother of Suzhou and Hangzhou and Guilin;

Because she owns Xishuangbanna and Xisha Islands.

I want to sing praises to my motherland,

Praise her strength.

Because we have realized our space dream;

Because we succeeded in bidding for the Olympic Games;

Because we joined the WTO.

I want to sing praises to my motherland,

Praise her soul.

Because she breastfed Lei Feng and Lai Ning;

Because she trained Zhou Enlai and Deng Xiaoping;

Because she created Sima Qian and Xu Beihong.

Ah, the motherland!

Thousands of rivers are your floating hair,

The rolling mountains are your green blood,

The water in Dongting Lake is your bright eyes.

The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is your tough backbone.

Beijing is your beating heart,

Guilin landscape is an emerald on your head,

The earth dotted with plum trees and peonies is your clothes.

I want to be a poem, a painting, a song,

Praise you forever:

My mother, People's Republic of China (PRC).

Dragon, take off, 2 1 century is your starry stage!