Those who write well in poetry and prose come in to help write something.

What is it, like a sword that cuts through the iron curtain of the years and shines brightly? What is it, like a huge priest waking a sleeping lion and yelling at the strong voice of the times? What is it, if it is a monument, to publicize the melody of marching and remember the hardships of starting a business? This is my great motherland! Friend! This is my motherland's 50th birthday!

Fifty years is a moment in the long history. But what kind of storms have stirred up in these 50 years? In the past 50 years, we have cleaned up the sludge and turbid water; In these fifty years, I am determined to change the world. In fifty years, clouds have covered my eyes several times; Fifty years later, the National Games finally turned the corner. I want to ask, eight thousand miles away, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are smooth, the motherland, have you ever frosted your temples? I want to ask, it's still easy to fly around. What's on your mind? I meditated in the misty rain of South Lake, I wandered in the residual photos of Xiangjiang River, I searched in the broken walls of Taierzhuang, and I inquired under the neon lights of Nanjing. In my opinion, the motherland, the millions of lions crossing the Yangtze River, is your spewing anger, and the mushroom cloud over Jiuquan Satellite Base is your proud figure. The music of "Dongfanghong" is the best interpretation of the national spirit, but isn't the red handprint of the farmers in Xiaogang village a touch of blood from Tan Zhuangfei on the street of Yanshi? The pursuit of truth, the control of history and the pursuit of ideals are the main themes of every day and night in the past 50 years.

Friend, did you hear the applause of the United Nations General Assembly to restore the people's seat in China? When you saw the Prime Minister off in Shili Long Street, did you hear the sad cry? Did you see the smiling face when the big slogan "Hello Xiaoping" was printed? Have you seen the touching face of the people's soldiers when they are guarding against death? You heard, you saw, this is the living motherland.

Or the firewood smoke everywhere in indigenous steelmaking, or the angry sword in private practice. When you look at it, you may lament the dislocation of history, but it can better reflect the difficulty of finding it.

Fifty years, in the blink of an eye Fifty years, how admirable! Respectable! You can feel it! Alas! Fifty years of hard work and courage. In the past 50 years, you have been a trumpet marching along the Yalu River, the first heavy artillery to land on the front line of Kinmen, and a pickaxe to split the hard ice on the Qinghai-Tibet line. You are a sharp sickle that cuts into the golden autumn, you are a signal launched by a launch vehicle, and you are also a safety helmet at a depth of 800 meters. This is our dear motherland! She is so sacred, solemn and inviolable, and so specific and clear.

Friends, please cherish every day! Your firm steps towards the palm of your hand, your proper comments on documents, every speech you make on the podium, your computer drawing, your greenhouse vegetable garden, the silver sweat on your forehead, and your vigorous and powerful brushwork. It is a portrayal of my dear motherland and my friends.

My friend, please cherish every dawn and don't empty every gray hair. Come on, friends, let's shed the blood of youth and cast the national building in the new century!

Second,

I was moved by those who were in awe of raising the national flag.

Every day, just before the sun rises, there is a flag-raising ceremony in Tiananmen Square. ?

I was in the crowd in the square that morning. Su Wei's military music guard of honor and national flag guard, stirring national anthem and flying national flag are all sacred under the sky. And when I look at those standing men, women and children, I am particularly shocked: their different faces reveal the same dignity and pride. At this moment, this country and her children are truly in harmony. ?

I am moved by people who are in awe of the national flag. ?

There is a dilapidated hilltop primary school, and many things are simplified or omitted. Only the national flag is raised every day. When a poor boy had to drop out of school, he said to the equally sad headmaster, "I can see this red flag at my home." I knew at a glance that there was a motherland and a school, and I was not afraid of anything. " ?

There is an old overseas Chinese who lives overseas and doesn't speak Chinese very well. But when he first saw the national flag of China raised and the national anthem played in a sports competition on TV, he suddenly stood up, and he was already in tears. ?

Motherland, that is the meaning of the land, the continuation of the years, and the understanding of the people. Mountains and rivers, language and customs have all become our ways to express life and death, sadness and joy. A national flag shows a symbol: courage in a bloody battle, maternal love in a foreign land, and dignity in times of trouble.

When the national anthem and the national flag were raised together, I saw the strength and resilience of China from the simple salute of a mountain village child and the moist eyes of an old overseas Chinese.

Third,

Express one's feelings for the motherland

I have made a pilgrimage to the beautiful scenery of the motherland at four o'clock, and I have visited the famous mountains and rivers of the motherland. Every time I throw myself into my mother's arms, my heart! With the pulse of the motherland.

With great reverence, I climbed to the top of Mount Tai and saw a red sun rising in Ran Ran. ...

I visited Baishan Heishui and saw the prosperity of the motherland. Climb the coral reefs in Nansha Islands! I feel the vastness of my motherland. In Qinchuan, eight hundred miles, I heard the voices of the sons and daughters of the motherland. The majestic gongs and drums that resounded through the sky, the earth-shattering cries, and the forceful and neat pace of each team expressed the lofty sentiments of my brothers and sisters.

At the foot of Tianshan Mountain, deep in quicksand, I saw the magnificent and dangerous scene of the desert, and the long river set the yen. This is not a mirage, nor a paradise in a nightmare. That's the call to develop the northwest corner.

I stood at the top of the snowy area on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, drinking a cup of comfortable and intoxicating milk tea to celebrate the harmony and prosperity of 56 ethnic groups.

I walked on the red grass next to Shangri-La, a paradise on earth, and looked at the ancient bunkers that had gone through many vicissitudes. I realized my responsibility and dignity as a China person.

I followed the footsteps of the trackers in the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, stroking the stone pillars deeply branded by ropes. My heart is like a surging, tearful and suffering motherland! You are so tenacious, so tenacious!

I stood on the gully-crisscross Loess Plateau, holding a handful of hot loess in my heart, and I felt the warmth of my motherland.

A rice seed in Hemudukou confirmed: people living in this land of the Chinese nation! It embodies the intelligence, wisdom and diligence of human beings.

The Yangtze River water in Pinghu, Gaoxia proves that it is unattainable, the rivers and lakes on the earth! Can be associated with the milky way in the sky.

The Terracotta Warriors and Horses of Qin Shihuang told the world that China people are an unyielding nation. Although they have been sleeping in the ground for two thousand years, they still don't fall, collapse or give in.

The black iron cannon of Dagukou Fort declared that the weak country has no diplomacy, and the sleeping lion can only stand still and forge a long sword if he wants to stand up.

A nation without a country is a humiliating nation, and a nation with weak national strength is a poor nation. No matter where you come from, no matter where you go, no matter where you are in the world, whenever you encounter difficulties and setbacks, just shout "I'm from China! My motherland-China! " You can always get help and encouragement, and friendly and pious eyes will gather on you.

I once again climbed to the top of Mount Tai, expecting it where my ancestors stopped, expecting it, expecting it again.

Fourth,

Take off, Motherland Author: Gu Yue

Ring that row of bronze bells, the rich and clear left sound and right rhyme, from far to near, across the long years of 5,000 years and the colorful flower season of 53 years, rippling and echoing in the river continent, the beauty of water, the sun of mountains and the shore of the sea, condensing a theme in the hearts of hundreds of millions of China people:-Motherland!

We use the voice of Guan Ju in The Book of Songs; With the rhyme of Qu Yuan's Ode to Orange; There are ancient styles and Yuefu, regular poems and Sanqu; Sing your magnificent years and your magnificent scenery with Beijing Opera, Shaanxi Opera, Bangzi and Drum Ci.

We use Yue Fei's Red River, Wen Tianxiang's Song Zhengqi, Lu Xun's Scream and Zhu Ziqing's Back to sing your unyielding backbone, your unyielding dignity and sacredness.

We are holding the bunch of wild flowers in Qu Qiubai's hand; With Fang Zhimin's share of poverty; With those grass roots in Yang Jingyu's belly; With a patch on Liu Zhidan's chest; Under the oil lamp in front of the coke window; Sing out your tenacity and tenacity, and your soul and spirit with the footprints left on the snowfield of Kong Fansen.

Dear motherland, let's weave colorful lanterns and brocade with the hands of picking EU, tea and mulberry. Let's shout in the throats of rivers and seas, and sing the national anthem-and the flying five-star red flag-in the golden morning of the golden season, singing the passion that has surged for a hundred years.

The Yellow River is mighty, the Yangtze River is mighty, and the Taixiong Kunlun Mountain is mighty. The mountains and rivers of Wan Li pass by Tiananmen Square, past groups of Lei Feng, past groups of Xu Honggang, past groups of Li Xiangqun, and past groups of Fang Hongxiao-the most romantic, beautiful and affectionate steps of China people. Get out of the most spectacular phalanx of the Chinese nation! Looking up at the blue sky, "shenzhou spaceship", the space shuttle; Overlooking the earth and the Three Gorges Project is breathtaking.

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. You have gathered the biggest and widest popularity and prosperity in the world today. No matter how big the storm is, it is better than walking around. Peace and development are your earnest expectations! You are neither humble nor supercilious, striding at the dawn of the new century with a generous, open, profound and quiet attitude! Riding the east wind of the 16th National Congress, a new generation of China leaders are leading the Chinese nation to new glories.

Five,

Party! My dear mother: Qiu Yi.

When the first touch of morning glow in July dyed the earth red, the blessings contained in people's hearts also flew out of their hearts-bless you, China! Bless you, my dear mother!

The melodious bell on the Huangpu River is the first long sound of your birth! The passionate voice on the South Lake Red Boat is your first song! It resounds throughout the country, from five continents to the four seas. This is the struggle and pursuit of 5,000 years, this is the progress and pursuit of 5,000 years, this is the mother's heartfelt cry, this is the mother's affectionate call to her children!

You sent a ray of hope to the disaster-stricken nation, and you lit an eternal light for the lost and painful children! How many times struggle, how many times bleeding, how many times struggle, the child can't find the direction, can't see the light, can't find his own home. How many people's youth, how many people's ideals and how many people's lives have been scattered, lost and sacrificed in the vast sea, in the vast desert and on the dark hillside ... Failure again and again, crying again and again, disappointment again and again ... Children are like grass growing on the roadside, trampled and bullied. With you, you will have the support of life and the prosperity of the country!

Party, my dear mother! Walking in the sunshine in July, I fell into memories and nostalgia. I can't forget the bright red flag embroidered by Jiang Jie in prison, which has affected the deep red blood of Chinese sons and daughters and their deep love for their mothers. This is a red flag in exchange for blood! Has been flying high in our hearts. I can't forget Fang Zhimin's immortal poems written with his life, and his indomitable spirit in the face of the enemy's torture and cruel repentance. I can't forget Zhang Zhixin's crying from his chest. I can't forget that she put her bloody head on the balance of life and dissolved her love for the party into her own life.

Party, dear mother! We can't forget, can't forget, every time a flood strikes, every time a fire breaks out, every time a dangerous situation occurs, isn't it always the * * * staff who rush in front? This is China * *! This is the backbone of our Chinese nation!

Eighty-four spring and autumn years, eighty-four winters and summers, sharpened China * * *, sharpened my dear mother. How many successes, how many bumps; How much happiness, how much sadness, my mother always stands in the wind and rain. The mother in July is a happy mother; July's mother is the most beautiful mother. Busy cities and beautiful countryside are the best gifts for mom's birthday. Look, flocks of cattle and sheep are running under the blue sky and white clouds! Look, spaceships travel with planets! Listen, happy laughter flies from all the border towns! Listen, the good news of victory is coming from all over the world! The Party is a brilliant flower that will bloom in the historical sky forever!

Party, my dear mother! Party, my forever young mother!

Six,

China in Tang Poetry

Author: Wu Keji

Perhaps, there is a little Tang Dynasty hidden in each of us, so today, the Tang suit has returned to our wardrobe, the Chinese knot has been tied on our skirts and shirts again, and the songs of the Tang Dynasty have been wrapped in Yan Berry, echoing in our ears again and again ... There are 110,000 reasons to love China, so choose the most romantic reason to love her-Tang poetry was born in the Tang Dynasty, which was born in China and owned by China. I love Tang poetry more than China.

Standing in the long river of the century, looking at the shepherd boy's finger points to an eternal poetic prosperity-the Tang Dynasty, which is full of songs and dances. The poetry books of the Tang Dynasty are full of energy and eternal; There are 300 Tang poems, and the pen is full of flowers. Whether it's the tragic feelings of a strong man in the battlefield who never returns to his husband, or the feelings of a lady in a boudoir who misses her daughter to spend the autumn moon, the beauty of Tang poetry is absolutely beautiful and lasting, whether it hurts people's hearts, whether it has gone through the sea, whether it is inspiring or bleak.

Reading three hundred Tang poems and then reading one is like pulling out a rusty Gu Jian. In the darkness, there is a shining soul who respects the immortal heroes: rich in life and death, swallowed by mountains and rivers, full of dreams of horses and chariots, roaring back and forth in the sky ... they are all destroyed in the rolling waves. What a heroic Tang poem! Reading a Tang poem is like opening an ancient rouge box, and in the dense fragrance, a sigh of unfortunate beauty rises. I don't know about Jun Jun, but it's miserable and cold. Beauty curtain, tears look at flowers, how many lonely spring skirts are dyed red with pink tears! What a beautiful Tang poem! Shallow talk, wipe tears and cover up the volume.

The bell of Hanshan Temple lingers, spreading its wings through time and space, flying over the world of mortals, like a wild goose singing like a flute, and the sound spectrum is ileum. Things have changed, and the years are impermanent. How many emperors have changed! Tang Zong Song Zu, smashing halberds and sinking sand; Three thousand makeup, sighing. Wealth and fame are fleeting, and the king rules the Ganges. Only the bells of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City are still repeating the eternal twilight. Jiang Feng's fishing in the Tang Dynasty lingered forever in the poems of the next generation, beating the sleepless nights on earth.

Moonlight in the Tang Dynasty. I don't know who first saw the moon on a moonlit night by the river. Since then, thousands of miles have been trickling to illuminate the loneliness of people who never sleep every night. The moon is the hometown of wanderers, and so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed is always the frost of homesickness;

The moon is the concern of Sifu. In the sound of rags, the brightness is decreasing every night. The moon is a lonely man's drinking friend, wandering around with my shadow, making the three of us toasters.

The wine in the Tang Dynasty was very strong. The poet has been attracted to raise a glass to drown his sorrows. He has changed his money for wine, but he wants to get drunk. Three glasses of wine can lead to Confucianism, and it is natural for Taoism to drink it all in one game. How many times can a person be intoxicated in his life? The breeze pours wine into the river and looks at the sword when drunk. When you are drunk, you forget the honor and disgrace of the world, and the world is cold. At present, the wine is strong, and I am full of pride if I come to a pot of spirits.

The pain of parting in the Tang Dynasty. Baqiao River is gurgling, and willow shadows keep flowing. Mulan's canoe has been urged to leave her sorrow, which caused an autumn rain last night and increased the endless water flow. What can't be left after the wicker is broken is the footsteps of Iraqis; What can't be left is the skirt of the years. A farewell song, two lines of tears, Xiang Jun Xiaoxiang and me Qin Xiang. It is said that there are people in the west who go out of Yangguan for no reason. Where can I meet you again?

Poets in the Tang Dynasty were noble. A pot of wine, a sword, a waning moon. Dancing and drinking all the way Dance a sword in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and drink a fallen fairy in the poetry circle. Drunk in Chang 'an, the son of heaven is hard to find, not a whitewash, not a hollow reputation. Laugh and sigh proudly, 90,000 Li Fengpeng is a positive move. The sea laughed and sent boats to travel all over the rivers and mountains of the old country. How can you ruin your eyebrows in life?

How unlucky the beauties in the Tang Dynasty are. On the blade, the long sleeves are wide and comfortable, the dance is light and graceful, and the clouds are full of flowers and tears. Everyone envies riding a princess and laughing in the world of mortals. Who pities Maweipo for hiding the wind with a touch of loess? Love is unreliable, and color is unreliable. I have been charming all my life, and I don't know who will give up accepting it. In the hall of eternal life, there is a long life and death, and this hatred is endless.

Ten thousand volumes disappear forever from ancient times to modern times, and a window fades to send the fleeting time. Three hundred poems have been deposited in the wind for thousands of years. Make a cup of chrysanthemum tea, hold a roll of "Three Hundred Tang Poems", listen to the pouring out of the rain in the evening, and listen to the horns and feathers of the palace merchants' midnight pipa. There was wind blowing through the curtains outside the window, and I suddenly forgot what night it was.

Tang is in my body, Tang poetry is in my hand, and the motherland is in my heart.