Speech to serve the motherland, win glory for the country and praise the motherland

Glory and pride belong to you - China

Dear teachers and classmates:

Hello everyone. The title of my speech today is "Glory and Pride Belong to You - China"!

There are two words that have made us unforgettable since childhood.

These two words have the excitement of bronze inscriptions.

The elegance of blue and white porcelain.

There are five thousand years of antiquity,

There are also five thousand years of vicissitudes.

These two words only have straight and vertical lines and a strong and powerful point, but they are squarely engraved on Yue Fei's back with the words "Serve the Country with Loyalty".

These two words are --China!

She has a vast land and rich resources, and her beautiful scenery has given birth to a magnificent traditional culture. The desert receives the setting sun, and the bright moon intoxicates the lotus flowers. How many bright civilizations are still shining on the vast land; her rivers are surging, and the mighty torrents rush through the history. The whirlpool, the rapids rushing forward, washing away the filth of a hundred years, the rough waves hitting the canyon, and the bumps of fate; her mountains are majestic, and the majestic peaks overlook the wind and rain of history, and the twilight is vast. Let the wind and clouds pass by, and the solid back top It has lived through hundreds of millions of years of vicissitudes and calmness.

Everyone will never forget the earth-shaking number "5.12".

Never forget. Because on that day, our compatriots, the people of Sichuan, were suffering from the devastation of the earthquake, and the flowers of life were fleeting.

At 14:28 on May 12, 2008, a magnitude 8.0 earthquake occurred in Wenchuan County, Sichuan Province. Everything was destroyed in the darkness. Tens of thousands of lives have never seen the light of day under the ruins. When one side is in trouble, support comes from all sides! Rescue teams from all over the world rushed to the disaster area without delay, holding up the ruins with both hands. Love is here to save. They work together, day and night, to light the lamp of life for each and every Sichuan compatriot. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will never give up!

When the 70-year-old Premier Wen traveled around the disaster area to visit the victims, all of us Chinese people were moved.

The heroes on the front line of earthquake relief rescued countless people from death with their own hands. They write the miracles of other people's lives with their own hands. I am thousands of miles away from Wenchuan, but I have already felt the passionate Chinese blood, the boiling Chinese heart, and the land of China moved by the unity of the Chinese people. At this moment, we are enduring grief, but we are moved, strong, and hopeful! This is the Chinese people who work together in the face of crisis and build a 1.3 billion Great Wall with love. When disaster strikes, we must unite as one to achieve a complete victory in earthquake relief!

United as one, demonstrating the power of harmonious China! Let us open up a new sky together, and let us use our actions to prove the national spirit that blood is thicker than water! We are all sons and daughters of China, and we are all one family with the same roots and race! Let us shout together: "Come on, China! Come on Wenchuan!"

The earthquake made our country cry, but it also made the Chinese people tighten each other's hands, strengthened the national rejuvenation, and welcomed the Olympics. Heart.

In 2008, history chose China, and the world focused on Beijing. China, with its prosperous economy and national destiny, has decorated the world's beauty and dreams with unprecedented wisdom and enthusiasm. From Beijing to Hong Kong, from the main arena to the sub-arenas, the Bird's Nest and Water Cube have demonstrated our determination to host the Olympics, and the Olympic torch bearers have demonstrated the enthusiasm of the entire people to participate in the Olympics.

This is a grand event of greenness and beauty, culture and tradition, justice and friendship. The Olympic athletes on the field allow us to truly understand the spirit of the Olympics. This spirit brings about the purification of the souls of the world and the harmony of the world. Although the cruel competition involves too much sweat, tears and blood from the athletes, I hope that the flame will never go out and that people all over the world will be in peace.

The same world, the same dream, witnessed by the Olympic Games, we polish our ideals; the same belief, the same pursuit, witnessed by the Olympic Games, China has spread its wings to take off!

When the majestic Huabiao lets the tall and straight body be covered with dawn, when the majestic Tiananmen Square lets the wind and clouds welcome the rising sun.

In the ears of history, the rumble of salutes echoed. That overwhelming echo was the great changes in China and the resounding voice of a giant overlooking the world - the People's Republic of China was founded! When the first five-star red flag rose slowly, the flag of victory fluttered in the wind in the clear sky, and the people raised their heads. The whole world saw it, and the Chinese people stood up from then on! This history is condensed with grandeur, and it is dyed with the sunshine of October to its fullest. This impassioned momentum builds a monument standing in the east of the world. The glorious era has written a glorious chapter of New China with vigorous hands, and the people are proudly guiding the country. The suffering mother wiped away the tears in her eyes and revealed her inner joy. The motherland marched boldly towards prosperity.

In the fifty-nine spring and autumn years, the beautiful land is in full bloom. Fifty-nine spring and autumn years, the country is picturesque and poetic. In the fifty-nine spring and autumn years, the oil-poor country had a backbone of steel, and oil derricks stood in the sea of ??sand. In the fifty-nine spring and autumn years, rainbows crossed the Yangtze River, and the majestic Three Gorges Dam locked up the vastness. In the fifty-nine spring and autumn years, the red clouds of "two bombs" pierced the sky, and satellites traveled in space one after another. In the fifty-nine spring and autumn years, the people's army was mighty and mighty, defending the iron and copper walls of the motherland. In the fifty-nine spring and autumn years, the people harnessed the spring breeze of reform and realized the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.

Across our future, in this sacred land, power that shocks the world emerges, and glory and pride shine with glory. Motherland, I am proud of you. The splendid culture of the Chinese nation merges into the long river of history and will always be stirring in my chest. Motherland, I am proud of you. In this wonderful and magical land, the hope of taking off has once again sprouted. The giant pen of history will draw your glory in the new century!

Motherland, my dear motherland

I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river

Spinning tired songs for hundreds of years

I am the blackened miner’s lamp on your forehead

Lighting you as you groping in the tunnel of history

I am the shriveled rice ears; I am the roadbed in disrepair

It is a barge on the silt

The rope is deeply inserted into your shoulders

——Motherland!

I am poverty

I am sorrow

I am your ancestors

The painful hope

Yes "Flying" sleeves

Flowers that have not fallen to the ground for thousands of years

——My motherland

I am your new ideal

Just escaped from the cobweb of myth

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

I am your laughter nest with tears

I am the newly painted snow-white starting line

It is the crimson dawn

It is gushing

——The motherland

I am you One billionth

is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters

You fed it with your scarred breasts

I am confused, I am deep in thought, I am boiling

Then get it from my flesh and blood

Your wealth, your Glory, your freedom

——Motherland

My dear motherland

Be the majestic Huabiao, let the tall and straight body be covered with the dawn, be the majestic Tiananmen, let the wind and clouds welcome the rising sun. In the ears of history, the rumble of salutes echoed. The echoes like mountains and oceans are the echoes of China's vicissitudes of life. A giant looked down at the world, with a loud voice that was heard all over the world, the People's Republic of China was founded! When the first five-star red flag rose slowly, the flag of victory fluttered in the wind in the clear sky, and the people raised their heads. The whole world saw it. The Chinese people have stood up since then! This history is condensed with grandeur, and it is dyed with the sunshine of October to its fullest. This impassioned momentum builds a monument standing in the east of the world.

The glorious era has written a splendid chapter of New China with vigorous hands, and the people proudly guide the country. The suffering mother wiped away the tears in her eyes, revealing her inner joy and heartfelt joy, and the motherland marched boldly towards prosperity. To eulogize our history, there is the myth of Pangu's creation of the world, bursting out with the light of life. To eulogize our history, the glory of the four great inventions is spread across this barren land. In eulogizing our history, we are illuminated by the sage wisdom of Laozi and Confucius, and the sacred fire of thousands of years of civilization. To eulogize our history, silk and porcelain have traveled far across the ocean, and everyone knows that they come from our hometown. Celebrating our history. The majestic formation of terracotta warriors and horses rushed out of the wolf smoke. Praise our history, the majesty that stands there, the strength of the Great Wall. ... To eulogize our history, this thousands-year-old land has left many tragic and tragic stories. The hat of the sick man of East Asia that has been humiliated for hundreds of years has finally been thrown to the Pacific Ocean by us. We have realized our dream of rebuilding the country. Fifty-four spring and autumn years, the beautiful land is in full bloom. Fifty-four spring and autumn years, the country is picturesque and poetic. Fifty-four spring and autumn years, the roaring iron bulls groomed the singing voices of the fields, rolling out the joy and joy of the harvest. In the fifty-four spring and autumn years, the oil-poor country had a backbone of steel, and oil derricks stood in the sea of ??sand. In the fifty-fourth spring and autumn, rainbows crossed the Yangtze River, and the majestic Three Gorges Dam locked up the vastness. Fifty-four spring and autumn years, the red clouds of "two bombs" pierced the sky, and satellites traveled in space one after another. In the fifty-fourth Spring and Autumn Period, the people's army was mighty and mighty, defending the iron and copper walls of the motherland. In the fifty-four spring and autumn years, the people harnessed the spring breeze of reform and realized the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation. ... Across our future, on this sacred land, a power that shocks the world emerges, and glory and pride shine with glory. Motherland, I am proud of you. The splendid culture of the Chinese nation merges into the long river of history and will always be stirring in my chest. Motherland, I am proud of you. In this wonderful and magical land, the hope of soaring has once again sprouted.

My motherland,

The mountains are towering,

The majestic mountain peak overlooks the wind and rain of history,

The dusk is dim,

Let the wind and clouds pass by.

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

My motherland,

The river is surging,

The mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history,

The rapids advance bravely,

Washing away a hundred years of filth,

The stormy waves crashing into the canyon have brought about many bumps in fate.

My motherland,

It has a vast land and abundant resources,

The beautiful scenery has given birth to a magnificent traditional culture,

The desert is receiving the setting sun,

The bright moon intoxicates the lotus flowers,

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

My motherland,

The people are hard-working,

Fifty-six ethnic groups help each other,

The wonderful charm of the East,

The romance of humanistic features,

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

This is my motherland,

This is the motherland that I deeply love.

I love your long and splendid history,

I love every inch of the flowers on your land,

I love your beautiful and magnificent rivers and mountains,

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I love the tenacity and perseverance of your people.

My motherland,

The motherland that I deeply love.

You are a majestic lion-----dancing the majestic wind of China,

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

You have a sacred name,

That is China!

That is China, my motherland.

The motherland that I deeply love.

I deeply love my motherland,

The beating heart beats the pulse of five thousand years,

I deeply love my motherland. Motherland,

The surging blood rushes through the Yangtze River

The waves of the Yellow River,

I deeply love my motherland,

The yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors,

I deeply love my motherland,

The black eyes reveal a humble smile,

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I deeply love my motherland,

A strong character lifts the spirit of Mount Tai,

I deeply love my motherland,

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The vast sea is filled with all my sustenance.

My motherland,

Lovely China,

You have created a glorious history,

You have raised a great nation.

I am proud of your longevity,

Thousands of years of strong winds cannot break your straight back,

I am proud of your strength,

Resist internal and external troubles and overcome the wasted years.

I am proud of your light,

The Chinese nation firmly controls its own destiny,

I am proud of your spirit,

Reform and opening up are moving forward with great momentum.

My lovely motherland,

No matter where I go,

I will hold your strong arm,

No matter where I go, No matter where you are,

you warm my heart.

My lovely motherland,

You hold the rudder of the new century,

You use speed, you use strength,

Create miracles that shock the world.

With your hard work and wisdom,

you have made another more brilliant development!

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of hope,

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of vigor!

Ringing the row of copper chimes, the rich and clear left and right rhymes move from far to near, traveling through five thousand years and fifty-three years of colorful flower seasons. In the river continent, the water The Mekong River, the sun above the mountains, and the shores of the sea, there are layers of ripples and echoes, condensing a theme in the hearts of hundreds of millions of descendants of Yan and Huang: Motherland! We use the singing voice of Guan Ju in "The Book of Songs", the melody of Qu Yuan's "Ode to Orange", the ancient style and Yuefu, rhymed poetry and Sanqu, the Peking Opera and Qin Opera, the bangzi and the drum lyrics to sing the glory of your magnificent history, and sing your unyielding love. Dignity and sanctity. We sing your song with the bouquet of flowers in Qu Qiubai's hand, with the poverty in Fang Zhimin's body, with the patch on Liu Zhidan's chest, with the oil lamp in front of Jiao Yulu's window, and with the string of footprints left on the snowy field of Kong Fansen soul and spirit. Dear motherland, let us use the hands of picking weeds, tea and mulberries to weave the colorful door flower beds and weave the colorful lanterns and clouds; let us sing the national anthem and the flying five-star red flag in the golden season and the golden morning. It echoes the passion that has been surging day and night for thousands of years. The Yellow River is fierce, the Yangtze River is strong, Mount Tai is majestic, Kunlun is vast, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers pass by Tiananmen Square, past teams of Lei Feng, past teams of Li Xiangqun, past teams of Fang Hongxiao... The most beautiful and most beautiful thing for the Chinese people is to walk out. Step out of the most spectacular and magnificent phalanx of the Chinese nation with a charming pace! My dear motherland, with five thousand years of implication and accumulation, fifty-three years of sublation and inheritance, it is time for an Eastern giant to say "No!" and speak. Regardless of the wind and waves, it is better than taking a leisurely stroll. Peace and development are your earnest wishes. You stride in the dawn of the new century magnanimously and openly! In the strong east wind of the "16th National Congress", the new generation of Chinese leaders are continuing to lead the Chinese nation towards new glory!

If you ask me to sing a song,

I will sing "I Love the Motherland".

If I were asked to draw a picture,

I would draw "My Motherland".

If I were asked to write a poem,

I would write "Ode to the Motherland".

Now,

I am writing poetry.

I want to sing the praises of the motherland,

Sing the praises of her beauty.

Because she treasures the Great Wall and the Qin Terracotta Warriors;

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

Because she owns Xishuangbanna and the Xisha Islands.

I want to sing the praises of the motherland,

Praise her strength.

Because we have fulfilled our space dream;

Because our bid to host the Olympics was successful;

Because we joined the WTO.

I want to sing the praises of the motherland,

Sing the praises of her spirit.

Because she breastfed Lei Feng and Lai Ning;

Because she nurtured Zhou Enlai and Deng Xiaoping;

Because she created Sima Qian and Xu Beihong.

Ah, motherland!

Thousands of rivers are your flowing hair,

The rolling mountains are your green blood,

The water of Dongting Lake is your bright eyes ,

The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is your strong backbone,

Beijing is your beating heart,

Guilin’s landscape is the emerald on your head,

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

I would like to turn it into a poem, a painting and a song,

singing your praise forever:

My mother - the Chinese people ***Heguo.

Chinese dragon, take off, the 21st century is your stage!

I love you, motherland

The motherland is 60 years old, and the 60-year-old motherland is young. I love you, the young motherland.

When I said this, I was moved by 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 the teachers and students in the school will salute under the red flag and sing the national anthem. At that time, some people just participated passively and without any indispensability, and some even hid in the classroom and did not go.

At that time, the teacher and principal were very angry and criticized them seriously. I saw some old teachers on the playground standing up straight when the national anthem played, looking up at the flag fluttering in the wind. In an instant, I felt the solemnity and solemnity, which was also combined with respect. It became thicker and thicker, spreading and affecting everyone present.

I remember that under the red flag there was a poinciana tree with particularly beautiful red flowers. Not far away there was a banyan tree as dense as a canopy and a kapok tree standing tall and tall with a bowl of big red flowers. Our bodies are also as tall and proud as trees.

It is said that Chinese people have deep emotions and do not express their feelings easily compared to other countries such as the West. This is true. When I am with my friends, I have never heard them say loudly, I love the motherland, I love my own country, or, I love so and so, I love my parents, if someone really says this If you come out, people will definitely laugh at you or take it as a joke. They keep it in mind. Everyone knows that some things cannot just be said, the most important thing is to do them.

Whenever the interests of the motherland are related, the people of our country show their patriotism. I believe in everyone's sincerity on this point.

Sometimes I think that a person who loves his country has a broad mind. How can people with such a mind care about personal gains and losses? How could you do something that harms society and people? Such people are trustworthy.

I still like the texts that taught us patriotism in the past textbooks, and I still like those upright and loving teachers. They have a cool hand, but they are always strong mentally. Those who have achieved great success on the road of personal struggle should feel ashamed when they meet them. They are the cutest people.

It turns out that there needs to be such a spirit in everyone's heart so that we can always move forward with courage and confidence.

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

At this time, my spirit has been sublimated. After writing countless stories about romance, love, hatred, and resentment, I thought of my motherland and the land beneath my feet. I didn't know how small I would be in her eyes, but I was in her arms. Although we, the sons and daughters of the motherland, have different personalities and different thoughts, we have no reason not to love our country. What this land has given us is a lifelong bond and a place on which we can firmly rely.

No matter how difficult life is, land is still the root of people and is connected by blood. As long as we are more sensitive, we can feel her heart beating and calling, like a mother calling for her child. We don’t have to wait until we are far away to miss you, and we don’t have to wait until we are lost to find our way back. 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 sacrificed their lives for the country, they must have been the happiest, happiest, brightest and proudest in their hearts. When I was able to do something for my mother for the first time, I was so excited and happy that my whole body seemed to be floating. It's funny to say that the mood is indeed like returning to childhood, as if I was clumsy, childish but sincere and enthusiastic when I first learned to write.

I have read countless stories about serving the country and the people, and I still like to read them. Every time I read them, my soul is baptized. Then we learn to revere and be humble. In front of these simple and great people, no matter how many great achievements we have made, we are like naive children and cannot help but pay high respect to them. This is a theme that will never die. Everyone has the right to pursue their own interests, but focusing too much on oneself is a sign of narrow-mindedness. Westerners pay great attention to individuals, but they also have patriotic feelings. This theme has no national boundaries, nor differences in skin color, race, ideology, etc. As long as they are a group, they will consider the interests of the public, and may even sacrifice their lives for justice and the country.

Patriotism extends to fraternity, which means it is not just a country, but love for the entire human race. This seems too general to say. We all know that everyone should do their best. 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 cannot express this feeling with hearty and gorgeous words, so we use the simplest and simplest words to express it.

As long as you can always think about it, having such feelings will make you a philanthropic person, without having to save mankind.

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

Being with the motherland

People on earth love to compare the motherland to their mother. Among the hundreds of "mothers" on this blue planet, the Chinese mother is the greatest, I think. Relying on her own ability, she has raised hundreds of millions of children, one after another, with mouths open to eat and hands outstretched to be clothed, one generation after another, and N generations live under the same roof.

Fortunately, all the children and grandchildren are doing their best.

In the 1950s and 1960s, the smoke had just cleared and the country was waiting for prosperity. Who among the people who have gone through suffering and war would not cherish this opportunity to peacefully build a country? The rotating statues of workers, peasants and soldiers in the opening credits of the movie were a true portrayal of the liberated Chinese people. You can see the image of a big brother worker wearing work clothes, a towel tied around his neck, and holding tools in his hands everywhere. The motherland is like a big broken machine that needs to be reinstalled screw by piece. People sang songs about racing against time, stepped up production, packed more gear, ran faster, and overfulfilled tasks. Even schoolchildren draw pictures of towering chimneys and billowing smoke in the workshops. Time waits for no one, and people understand and agree with the leader’s sentiments: to build socialism as quickly as possible, with less effort. The great idea of ??the leader full of romanticism and the Great Leap Forward to surpass Britain and catch up with the United States was transformed into people's actions. At that time, such a song was sung in the streets and alleys: Wear a big red flower to wear a flower, ride a thousand-mile horse when riding a horse, sing the Leap Forward song when singing, and obey the party's words when you are obedient.

The old man donated the door panels, the old aunt brought the iron pot, the eldest girl twisted off the braids, and the young man brought the refractory clay. As a result, the burning fire of passion replaced the social fire of celebrating the turn over, and an unprecedented and heroic scene of nationwide steel smelting was staged on the land of China. However, those who violate the rules will inevitably be punished by the rules. People who wanted to have enough food and clothing as soon as possible fell into the embarrassment of lack of food and clothing. Kind-hearted people assume the role of being the masters of New China, providing vegetables and fruits for their own good, and tightening their belts. I would rather be "too poor" than rebel and scold my mother.

Farmer uncles also used hoes and sickles to harvest more grain to support construction. "There is a good harvest of rice in the south of the Yangtze River, and the warehouses in the north of the Yangtze River are full of wheat." In the endless fields, farmers are looking forward to having a "Combein" produced in the Soviet Union. In the layers of terraced fields, old and poor farmers dream of growing high-yield fields with an output of 800 kilograms per mu. The simple farmers followed the ideal blueprint of mutual aid groups, low-level cooperatives, high-level cooperatives, and people's communes, and tried to enter communism with the wave of their leaders. Farmers who have never told lies for generations have created a human legend with a yield of 130,000 kilograms per mu under a good situation. They know very well that if they don’t do this, they won’t be able to get over this hurdle!

The uncle of the People's Liberation Army, who has yet to conquer the army, participated in the Tiananmen Square National Founding Parade and sang "I am a soldier". He bravely crossed the Yalu River and fought in Shangganling. In peaceful times, Uncle Lei Feng appeared. This car soldier who loves to write diaries has added the glory of serving the people to the soldier's mission of fighting for the motherland, and has set a benchmark for the Chinese nation with the quality and value of his life. The spirit of Lei Feng will always be rooted in the spiritual world of the Chinese people.

The unprecedented ten years of catastrophe will be unforgettable without thinking about it. The Chinese who grew up chanting "We are born from the same roots, why rush to fight each other" suddenly believed that fighting with others "has endless fun" overnight! In the visually horrifying red ocean, he messed up his position, messed up the rules, messed up the routine, and made stupid things that later made him regret it. It is true that most Chinese people would rather be "free and happy" than betray their conscience and insist on "grasping the revolution and promoting production."

Fortunately, the Chinese people are blessed. Under the leadership of Deng Xiaoping, who was given a great responsibility from heaven, the people entered the spring from poverty, backwardness and disaster. Like a flood opening, like thousands of arrows fired in unison, the people who were liberated for the second time were refreshed and rejuvenated, sweeping the wave of reform and opening up across China. People deeply feel that the country's poverty and backwardness are not due to our lack of hard work, failure to live up to expectations, and lack of concerted efforts. Guidance on the correct route is crucial! Natural disasters are not terrible, but man-made disasters are especially painful. Today, we can finally work hard for the same goal and our respective ideals in a peaceful climate. The Chinese people are finally lucky enough to be able to use their talents and sweat to gain benefits. The "earth-shaking generosity and generosity" shouted during the "Cultural Revolution" has been truly interpreted in the great changes in mountains, rivers and families in the new era. At the same time, the fine traditions and brilliance of humanity of the Chinese nation, which had been completely lost in the ten years of turmoil, are slowly recovering like the sun during a solar eclipse.

Since writing this article, I naturally think of the past year 2008, a seemingly auspicious year, but it encountered great tragedy before bringing great joy to the Chinese people. The dark sky suddenly dropped and the weather was extremely cold, turning the south into the north, causing great harm to life and production. Only then did the God of Heaven restrain his power, and the God of the Earth suddenly turned over, causing landslides and earthquakes in the underdeveloped western Wenchuan and Beichuan areas, destroying houses and killing people. For a time, green, white, orange, and variegated figures sang a symphony of life in the disaster area that moved the world. Meanwhile, the post-80s generation, who grew up in the new era, used their actions and spirit to make uncles and uncles raise their thumbs.

In the scorching sun of August and September, Chinese people have successively fulfilled their century-old Olympic dream and their millennium dream of flying into the sky. It is like an oriental Kunpeng, carrying the beautiful feelings of the Chinese people, from the majestic bird's nest, spreading its giant wings and soaring into space. The Chinese people can proudly say to the world: There is nothing impossible, only the unimaginable.

Sixty years later, I turned around. Together with the motherland, we have gone through ups and downs through ups and downs. Today's Chinese people can be called the happiest generation in history. Prosperity, harmony, strength, and wealth, these beautiful words are flying around like butterflies in spring.

Think about it, there are guides who are dedicated to serving the people and passionate about the people, and there are leaders who wear aprons and make twice-cooked pork dumplings for the people. What else do we have to worry about?

The motherland is here, and we are here. We are with our motherland and will never abandon it. So it was, it is today, and it will be forever.