Love the motherland and sing 800 words of harmonious composition.

The motherland is a never-ending movement, and every note makes me so moved and yearning.

Picking up a yellow leaf on the ground, I said, "This is my motherland"; Holding a handful of fragrant soil, I said, "This is my motherland"; Gather a rushing spray, and I say, "This is my motherland"; Turning to the yellow pages of five thousand years, I said, "This is my motherland!" " "

Motherland, you are a red sun in my heart. You tear open the night and light up my endless progress. You are a dream that I miss day and night. With your ideal and your greatness, I am integrated with the world. I want to praise you, praise you, let me praise the poor pen tip to praise your greatness! Your fraternity! Your majesty!

Ah, the motherland, the great motherland, my life is condensed on them five thousand years ago. The moment this great nation was born, it was doomed to surge of thoughts in my blood.

Touching the cold bodies of terracotta warriors and horses, brushing away the dust, what reappears in front of me is alive, they are alive, and when the prosperity is gone and the autumn leaves are cold, they will go from here to there; Standing on the ancient tea-horse road, I feel that the long history has slowly penetrated into my bones and blood, bringing endless vitality to my life; Standing on the Badaling Great Wall, let the majestic Great Wall soar and become a nine-day dragon. With our pride and fearlessness, go straight for nine days!

You are also infinitely tragic and beautiful. The rubble of Yuanmingyuan is at your feet, and the air is filled with your sadness.

Bend down and touch the scarred earth, and every inch of the soil has sadness spreading. That's your shame, your shame! Thoughts turn into etheric wings and fly against the wind to places where time and place have faded. Over the past hundred years, you have stood up the backs of thousands of China people in Qian Qian, Qian Qian with your weak shoulders, sheltered China people from the wind and rain with your arrogant chests, and turned your originally kind face into countless swords, stabbing the heart of the invaders. That's your struggle, your struggle! Mother, your blood gushed into the sky, dyed the world red, turned into Bai Niao flying that day, whined and flapped its wings to the sky; Mother, your tears fell on the earth, washed away her pallor, opened countless red lilies, exuded endless life, and fallen leaves returned to their roots! My mother, you straighten your back and stretch your shoulders. Break out, break out, turn hatred into a roar! You are unyielding, you are fearless, and you struggle!

The withered plum withered in the corner of the ruined wall, withered in the devastated ruins, and the announcement of a giant came from the distant and ethereal space, adding a heavy stroke to the history of China for 5 thousand years! Who knows, is this a dream or an idea?

The broken halberd is engraved with ancient civilization. Courage and loyalty, fearlessness and full bloom have already dissolved in every cell of me; Disappearing smoke, floating in the exotic sky. Persistence and depth, introversion and harmony turn into every particle in the air, accompanying me around.

Motherland, your nirvana has injected new vitality into my life; Your change has brought great changes to my soul.

Never, the muddy footprints of the country road that spread forward on the ground can never see the end, until one day, gray cement fell on the road, covering the muddy feet, covering the country road and covering the invisible end.

Originally, the sky was my pleasure and the moon was my street lamp. She shone my shadow with dim light until it disappeared from the ground. But how did she know that the shadow had reached my feet? Later, the light standing on the roadside, where do they call the shadow? I'm afraid I don't know.

Motherland, if you are an evergreen weeping willow by the river, I would like to turn into a green leaf on your branch and add a touch of new green to your youth; Motherland, if you are a mighty ocean current, I would like to become a small river on your tributary. Let me add a touch of color to your vastness with myself!

My motherland, my dear motherland!