Praise the motherland

There are two sentences that we will never forget when we were young.

These two words are inspired by bronze inscriptions.

There are graceful blue and white porcelain,

It has a history of 5,000 years,

There are also five thousand years of vicissitudes.

These two words, only straight and strong, are "loyal to serve the country" engraved on Yue Fei's back.

These two words are-China!

She is vast in territory and abundant in natural resources, and her beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture. The sun sets in the desert, the moon is drunk with lotus flowers, and there are still many splendid civilizations shining on the vast land. Her river is swift, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves beat the ups and downs of the canyon; Her mountains are towering, and the towering peaks overlook the historical storms, and the twilight is boundless, and her solid back has withstood the vicissitudes and calmness of billions of years.

Everyone will never forget the earth-shattering number "5. 12".

Never forget. Because that day, our compatriots, the people of Sichuan, were devastated by the earthquake, and one flower of life after another was fleeting.

12 May 06, 2008 14: 28, Wenchuan County, Sichuan Province, an earthquake of magnitude 8.0 occurred, and everything was destroyed in the dark. Thousands of lives, under the dark ruins. One side is in trouble, and all sides support it! Rescue teams from all directions can't wait to go to the disaster area, hold up the ruins with their hands, love to save here, unite as one, and light the lamp of life for Sichuan compatriots day and night. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will never give up!

When 70-year-old Premier Wen rushed to the disaster area to visit the affected people, all our Chinese sons and daughters were moved by it.

Heroes on the front line of earthquake relief, they snatched back countless people from the hands of death with their own hands. They write other people's life miracles with their own hands. I am thousands of miles away from Wenchuan, but I have already felt the blood of China, the blood of China, the blood of China and the solidarity of the people of China. At this moment, we are heartbroken, but moved, strong and full of hope! This is the people of China, twisted into a rope in the face of crisis, and built the Great Wall of 654.38+03 billion with love. When the disaster comes, unite as one to win the overall victory of earthquake relief!

Unity is strength, and this is the strength of a harmonious China! Let's open up a sky with new ideas and prove the national spirit that blood is thicker than water with actions! We are all sons and daughters of China, and we are all a family! Let's shout together: "Come on, China! Come on, Wenchuan! "

The earthquake made our whole country cry, but it also made China people hold hands with each other, strengthen national rejuvenation and welcome the Olympic Games.

In 2008, history chose China, and the world paid attention to Beijing. China, with its prosperous economy and lucky nation, adorns the beauty and dreams of the whole world with unprecedented wisdom and enthusiasm. From Beijing to Hong Kong, from the main venue to the sub-venue, the Bird's Nest and the Water Cube demonstrated our determination to run the Olympic Games well, and the Olympic torchbearers showed the enthusiasm of the whole people to participate in the Olympic Games.

This is a grand gathering of green and beauty, culture and tradition, justice and friendship. The Olympic athletes on the field let us really understand the Olympic spirit. This spirit brings the purification of the world's mind and the chorus of the world. Although the cruel competition involves too many athletes' sweat, tears and blood, I hope that the flame will never go out and people all over the world will be safe.

One world, one dream, Olympic witness, we polish our ideals; * * * The same belief, * * the same pursuit, the Olympic Games witnessed China spread its wings and took off!

When the majestic huabiao makes the tall and straight body shine with dawn, when the majestic Tiananmen Square makes the clouds meet the rising sun. In the ear of history, there was the rumble of salute. The overwhelming echo is the great changes in China and the loud voice of a giant looking down at the world-the people of China, the Republic of China was 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.

Fifty-nine spring and autumn, the splendid land is full of high spirits. In the spring and autumn of fifty-nine years, the landscape was picturesque and poetic. In fifty-nine spring and autumn, the backbone of steel was arched in the land of poor oil, and the oil derrick stood in the sand sea. In fifty-nine spring and autumn, the rainbow crossed the Yangtze River, and the majestic Three Gorges Dam was locked for thousands of miles. Fifty-nine spring and autumn, red clouds "two bombs" pierced the sky, and satellites traveled in space. In the fifty-nine spring and autumn period, the people's army was mighty and magnificent, defending the iron wall of the motherland. In 59 spring and autumn periods, the people harnessed the spring breeze of reform and realized the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.

Through our future, in this sacred land, Bo exudes the power to shake the world, and its 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 germinates again, and the giant pen of history will draw your glory in the new century!

Motherland, my dear motherland.

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 the 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!

I love you, motherland.

The motherland is sixty years old, and the sixty-year-old motherland is young. I love you, young motherland.

When I said this, I was moved myself.

I was moved by a song. I remember, I haven't heard this song for a long time. When the national flag is raised in high school, all teachers and students will salute and sing the national anthem. At that time, some people just passively participated, and some people even hid in the classroom.

At that time, both the teacher and the headmaster were very angry and seriously criticized. When I saw the national anthem playing on the playground, some old teachers stood up straight and looked up at the national flag fluttering in the wind. For an instant, I also felt that solemn and solemn. At the same time, this solemnity, coupled with growing respect, spread and affected all the people present.

I remember that under the red flag, there is a phoenix tree with a particularly beautiful red flower. Not far away, there are dense banyan trees and kapok trees with big bowls of red flowers standing tall and straight. Our bodies are as tall and straight as trees.

It is said that China people have deep feelings, and compared with western countries, they don't express their feelings easily. It's true. When I was with my friends, I never heard them say loudly that I love my motherland, I love my country, or I love my parents. If someone really said that, it must be a joke or a joke. It's all in my heart As we all know, some things can't just be said and not done. The most important thing is to do it.

When it comes to the interests of the motherland, our people show patriotic feelings. I believe everyone's heart is here.

Sometimes I think a patriotic person is a broad-minded person. How can a person with such a mind haggle over personal gains and losses? How can you do things that endanger society and people? Such people are trustworthy.

I still like the textbooks that taught us patriotism in the past, and I like those simple and loving teachers. They are still honest, but mentally forever strong. Those who have unlimited scenery on the road of personal struggle should be ashamed to see them. They are the loveliest people.

It turns out that in everyone's heart, we need such a spirit, so that we always have the courage and confidence to go forward.

It turns out that patriotism always exists in everyone's heart.

At this time, my spirit was sublimated. After writing countless stories about love affairs, love and hate, I thought of my motherland and the land under my feet. I don't know how small I will be in her eyes, but I am in her arms. We sons and daughters of our motherland have different personalities and ideas, but there is no reason not to love our country. This land gives us a lifelong complex and is our firm dependence.

No matter how hard life is, the land is still the root of people and is connected with people's blood. As long as we are sensitive, we can feel her heartbeat and cry, just like a mother's voice to her child. We don't have to wait far away or get lost. The motherland is the guiding light and the direction of life!

I envy those ancestors who fought for the country and the people. When they die for their country, they must be the happiest, and their hearts are the brightest and proudest. When I was able to do something for my mother for the first time, I was so excited and happy that the whole person seemed to float. Funnily enough, that kind of mood is really like going back to childhood, as if when I first learned to write, I was clumsy and naive but sincere and enthusiastic.

I have read countless stories about serving the country and the people, and I still like to watch them. Every time I look at them, my soul will be baptized Then we know how to respect and be humble. In front of these ordinary and great people, even if we have great achievements, we are like naive children, and we can't help paying high respect to them. This is an eternal theme. Everyone has the right to pursue his own interests, but paying too much attention to himself is a narrow expression. Westerners attach great importance to individuals, but they also have patriotic feelings. This theme has no national boundaries, and there is no difference in color, race, ideology, etc. As long as they are a group, they will consider the interests of the public and even sacrifice their lives for justice and for the country.

Patriotic expansion is fraternity, so it is not just a country, but love all mankind. This seems too general. We all know that everyone should do his duty. However, as long as there is a vast sky in your heart, no matter how much you can do, you will always be great spiritually. We can't use rich and gorgeous words to express this feeling, so we use the simplest and simplest words to express it.

As long as you can think about it from time to time, having such feelings will also make you a loving person without saving mankind.

When we are mature enough, we will know how precious this feeling is, even beyond all feelings, and it will always be worth cherishing!

Where we serve.

People on earth like to compare their motherland to their mothers. Among hundreds of "moms" on this blue planet, Chinese mom is the greatest, I think. With her own ability, she has raised hundreds of millions of children who need to eat and dress, one after another, one generation after another, and N generations live under one roof.

Fortunately, children and grandchildren live up to expectations.

In the fifties and sixties of last century, the smoke was exhausted, and the home country was waiting for prosperity. People who have suffered from war and suffering, who does not cherish this opportunity to build a country peacefully? The revolving statue of workers, peasants and soldiers at the beginning of the film is a true portrayal of China people who turned over and liberated. Everywhere you can see the image of the worker's eldest brother in overalls, with a towel around his neck and tools in his hand. The motherland is like a broken big machine, which needs to be reassembled one by one. People sang the song of racing against time, stepped up production, loaded more, ran faster and overfulfilled the task. Even children at school draw pictures: chimneys are towering and smoke waves are rolling in the workshop. Time waits for no one, people understand and agree with the leader's mood: how to build socialism quickly and economically. The romantic leader's great idea of seizing the Great Leap Forward from Britain to the United States turned into people's actions. At that time, all the streets and alleys were singing a song: wear red flowers when wearing flowers, ride a swift horse when riding, sing a leap song when singing, and listen to the party when obedient. The old man donated door panels, the old lady moved iron pots, the old girl twisted braids, and the young man brought refractory mud. As a result, the fire burning with passion replaced the social fire celebrating turning over, and a heroic scene of national steelmaking was staged on the land of China. However, violation of the law is bound to be punished by law. People who wanted to have enough food and clothing as soon as possible fell into the predicament of lack of food and clothing. Good-hearted people make a gesture of being masters of the new China, substituting fruits and vegetables and tightening their belts. I'd rather be "too poor" than resist scolding my mother.

Farmers' uncles also waved hoes and sickles to fight more food to support construction. "Jiangnan rice harvest, Jiangbei Man Cang is wheat." In the endless fields, the plowman hopes to have a "Kangbain" made in the Soviet Union. In the terraced fields, the old poor peasants dreamed of planting high-yield fields with an yield of 800 Jin per mu. Simple farmers follow the ideal blueprint of mutual aid groups, low-level cooperatives, high-level cooperatives and people's communes, and try to run into capitalism in the wave of leaders. Generations of farmers who don't tell lies have created a human myth of per mu yield130,000 Jin under good circumstances. They know that if they don't do this, they won't get through this hurdle!

Uncle of the People's Liberation Army, who hasn't dusted off his ashes, took part in the Tiananmen military parade, singing that I am a soldier, striding across the Yalu River and visiting Shangganling. In peacetime, Uncle Lei Feng appeared. This car soldier who loves to keep a diary has added the bright color of serving the people in the mission of fighting for the motherland, and set a benchmark for the Chinese nation with his own quality of life and life value. Lei Feng's spirit is always rooted in the garden of China people's spiritual world.

An unprecedented ten-year catastrophe, I dare not even think about it. China people who have recited "We are born from the same root, why are we in such a hurry" since childhood believe that fighting with others is "fun" overnight! In the red sea of visual terror, I lost my mind, lost my rules, lost my rules, and made stupid things that later made my intestines regret. It is true that most people in China would rather be "bard" than betray their conscience and insist on "grasping the revolution and promoting production".

Fortunately, the people of China are happy. Under the guidance of Deng Xiaoping, the people have stepped into the spring from poverty, backwardness and disaster. For example, the flood that opened the floodgates and released water was like a thousand arrows, and the people who were liberated for the second time were full of vigor and vitality, sweeping the wave of reform and opening up in China. People deeply feel that the poverty and backwardness of the country are not due to our lack of efforts, disappointment and innovation. The guidance of the correct route is very important! Natural disasters are not terrible, but man-made disasters are particularly painful. Today, we can finally fight for the same goal and our respective ideals in a peaceful atmosphere. China people are finally lucky enough to exchange their talents and sweat for tangible benefits. The slogan of "be kind to others" in the Cultural Revolution has been truly interpreted in the great changes of mountains and rivers and families in the new period. At the same time, the fine traditions and human brilliance of the Chinese nation, which were completely lost in the ten-year turmoil, slowly recovered like an eclipse.

Since then, I naturally think of the past year of 2008, a year that looked auspicious, but suffered great sorrow before the people of China gained great joy. If the dark sky drops sharply and is extremely cold, the south will become a northern country, and life and production will be hurt. The evil power of God was restrained, and the land god suddenly turned over, causing landslides and cracks in the underdeveloped Beichuan area of Wenchuan in the west, destroying houses and people. For a time, green, white, orange and variegated figures played a symphony of life in the disaster area. During this period, after growing up in the 1980s in the new era, my uncles and uncles gave their thumbs up with their own actions and spirit.

In sunny August and September, the people of China have successively realized the centenary Olympic dream and the millennium flying dream. Like an oriental Kunpeng, it carries the beautiful feelings of China people, spreads its huge wings from the majestic bird's nest and soars into space. China people can proudly say to the world: Nothing is impossible, only the unexpected.

Sixty jiazi turns around. We have gone through ups and downs with our motherland. China people today are the happiest generation in history. Prosperity, harmony, strength and prosperity, these beautiful words fly around like butterflies in spring. Think about it. There is a guide who cares about the people and loves the people to lead the way, and there is a leader who wears an apron to make Sichuan-style pork buns for the people of jiaozi. What else can we worry about?

The motherland is here, and so are we. We are with our motherland and will never leave. Past, today, forever.