The content of handwritten newspaper praising the motherland

I am a bird.

Fly in your vast sky

Sometimes you are cloudy, sometimes it rains.

The sunshine will never disappear.

I am a small fish.

Blue waves that travel through your sky

Sometimes you are calm, sometimes you fall down.

Finally give it back to me.

homeland ...

What a touching sentence this is.

Smile kindly like a mother.

As touching as lovers' complaints.

You are my lush shade in spring.

You are my golden harvest in autumn.

You are my cool summer breeze.

You are my warm bonfire in winter.

homeland ...

Thinking of you.

My heartstrings can't help trembling.

Songs flow on the strings

Sneak into the gurgling river

Thinking of you.

I can't feel calm.

Thoughts feather into light clouds.

Fly high into the sky and float to the earth.

Overlooking the vast mountains and rivers

homeland ...

You are my childhood dream.

Under the wandering oil lamp

The mysterious and confusing story of the old grandmother

It's on the dock where you're going.

Father's tearful exhortation

You are the soil of your hometown.

So rich and simple.

You are a forest of steles carved by ancestors.

Condense wisdom and blood and tears.

You are the plank road of the Three Gorges cliff.

Break and dig again

You are the dam by the Yellow River.

Rebuild after collapse

You are a sailboat.

Throughout history, young people have never fallen.

Through thousands of beaches and valleys

homeland ...

You're not just a picture.

A map shaped like a rooster

It is not a combination of several slogans.

You are history, you are reality.

You've been handed down from generation to generation.

Hope and sustenance

Among the unearthed bronzes and pottery

Have your mottled and rich memory

In the towering buildings.

Have your high-spirited style.

Your sigh is so deep and long

Your call is so irresistible

homeland ...

I mourn for you.

I used to be proud of you.

I suffer for you.

I was happy for you.

You are a seed.

Germinate in your heart and smoke leaves.

Grow into a leafy tree

You will never wither, you will never fall.

Because of your roots

Has been deeply rooted in my soul.

Into my blood, into my bones.

homeland ...

When you are sad and confused

I call you again and again.

You are the trend of cleaning up pollution.

Put the surging passion

Fill my heart

You teach me love and truth.

Even in the face of the noose

And you can't put your sincere conscience

surrender

Live for a day

I will love you wholeheartedly for one day.

Until I turn into flying dust