Recalling the Red Classics and Inheriting the Revolutionary Spirit —— Writing, poetry and papers on the Red Journey are all acceptable. 400~450 words

My motherland,

Lovely China,

You made a glorious history,

You raised a great country.

I'm proud of your age,

Thousands of years of strong winds have not broken your tall and straight back. I am 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 strong arm,

No matter where I live,

You have warmed my heart.

Lovely motherland,

You are the helm 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 will always be full of vitality!

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"Yellow River" Author: piling snow

Day and night whizzing through my eyes

Grass and gold surge in my chest.

Yan Di Long Pao Neijing

The expression of tears and mud.

My youth has been running.

My bad breath

When I took a copper pot to warm the river of tears

Who is your drunken boat?

A throbbing chest

I look forward to the Beidou full of thunder.

A thousand Yellow River diaries were unveiled by you.

A thousand diaries are Qian Fan's back.

Qian Fan's back. You're back.

When I lead the cattle and drive the sheep, I disappear in front of your noisy door at dusk.

When I drag my children, help the old and take care of the young, live and roam along your road.

When the brazier on my head worships your deep source

Yellow River I long for a bumper harvest after the storm.

My black hair and white hair are in the Yellow River and thousands of feet.

I flew thousands of feet down the Yellow River.

My Tiema Glacier dreamed of the Yellow River.

My canoe crossed the Yellow River in Wanzhong Mountain.

I really can't take my photos away from the Yellow River with my face.

I really took away my songs, but I can't take away my emotional Yellow River.

The rising sea can't drown the sunset in my heart.

The world of mortals in the eyes can't be buried when the river is getting worse.

My river never hits the south wall and never looks back.

My river without coffins and tears

I can't reach the Great Wall, and I can't reach the hero's river.

My river won't die until it sees the sea.

My blows and blows hit the bustling river.

My stumbling river

I can't leave without a river.

When the stone turns into foam,

When bones turn into waves

Sorghum fell and there was blood.

When tears are shaped into wheat ears of highland barley

When my feet are covered with mud and I have a hard job.

Yellow River You are the song I want to sing when I am tired.

A whip shadow drives a carriage full of flames and tears.

A village full of apricot blossoms and folk songs.

Drunk, the north wind stands in your Hedong Hexi Henan Hebei

Yellow River, I am the mountain you grew up watching.

The flowers in Shandandan are red, and so are your water-made mountains and waves-built slopes.

Bit by bit, the stars in the sky ignite your pulse with nine bends and eighteen bends.

When I was humming that nursery rhyme against the scorching sun and frost on my head.

You are my ancestor who took dreams as horses.

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Zhu Xuelian's Rainy Night

Under the street lamp, memories are strolling;

The wind is blowing gently,

The trees shook slowly and the rain floated leisurely.

Countless raindrops,

Is endless you,

Emerge in front of my eyes;

Your deep eyes,

See through me so that I can't forget it.

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Untitled Author: Lu Tingting

I sat quietly on a bench in the crowd.

Slowly, I close my melancholy eyes.

Looking back, what you and I once had,

Suddenly, I felt a chill in my eyes.

I opened my dream fan's eyes and looked at the busy street.

I started a new path in my life.

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Human true feelings

I was moved, and I saw the moment of true feelings in the world.

I am proud to be a member of this family.

Words can no longer express the magnificence of this moment,

The cold sun shines into everyone's heart.

I'm happy, I have real brothers and sisters,

I am determined not to let anyone ruin our true feelings.

Tears of happiness reflect the sincerity between brothers,

The cool autumn wind blows everyone's heart.

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Run hand in hand

Man: A drop of water flows into the Yangtze River from the other side of the river.

W: There is a wave flowing into the East China Sea from this end of the river.

Convergence: A small water drop, a spray, hand in hand in the endless pursuit, has become a surging Yangtze River, a surging East China Sea, in the immortal Pentium, heart to heart, has become a vast Wang Yang.

Man: This is the earth, the torrent of life.

W: This is China, a movement played by history.

Together: Life goes on and goes back to ancient times.

M: For thousands of years, from the Yanhuang era to today's reform and opening up.

Woman: For thousands of years. From the reproduction of the nation to the moment of high civilization.

Together: the hands of Chinese sons and daughters are the exchange of water and waves, the ensemble of rivers and seas, and the love of Chinese sons and daughters is brilliant again in our East.

M: In order to make the earth firmly move from this end of the motherland to 2 1 century.

W: In order to make history come from the other side of the motherland along the cross-century track.

Like young eagles, we hold our unyielding heads high and wave our wings to meet the future battles!

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Sing about our class.

We love the earth and the blue sky;

We love rivers and mountains.

What we love most is our lovely class group and our warm home.

You are full of laughter, longing and some passionate emotions.

You are so ordinary, so brilliant, you are simple and solemn.

When the sun rises in Ran Ran, you will be green and full of vitality.

The young trees stand upright and the flowers raise their smiling faces.

In class, there is a neat queue waiting for review.

After class, there are flying pigeons flying in the blue sky.

I like your blackboard full of knowledge,

I like your neat tables and chairs.

I like the shock in your singing,

I like your quiet and considerate,

I love your flag flying on a sunny day,

I like your dripping eaves. ...

Ah, the humble classroom is the starting point of our expedition, and our fiery ideal shines brightly.

You are a melting pot, how much steel is made here,

Tomorrow, track laying, bridge building, rolling flashing wheels.

You are the cradle of many talents.

For tomorrow, go to mining, go to space and announce new discoveries to the world.

We love the earth and the blue sky.

We love rivers and mountains.

What we love most is our lovely home!