Urgent! ! Please help! ! Our school asks young teachers to write an essay. Center: The motherland is in my heart. Write around this. Make your own topic.

The motherland is in my heart

A ray of breeze blows the waves of Dongting Lake and the blue waves of Qinghai Lake, stirring inside and outside the Great Wall. The fragrant breath is full of good news of harvest; a smile spreads out. The rhododendrons of Emei Mountain and the snow lotus of Qilian Mountains saturate the north and south of the Yangtze River. The colorful colors are full of stories of struggle. On the occasion of celebrating the birthday of the Republic of China, my sincere words of blessing and praise broke through the atmosphere of fireworks and merged with the joy of singing and dancing.

The sun has risen, the national flag has risen, the sun has the same color as Venus, and the national flag has the same color as the morning glow. In a "March of the Volunteers", the eternal mottos and instructions of history and time are jumping, and it will always remain red because of the blood.

When I spread my ideals to the blue sky, I always like to edit skyscraper overpasses into your background, so that every ideal territory can show prosperity. And the Chinese love that shines every sunny sunrise is called love.

We will always be the filial children in your arms. We know your longevity from the vicissitudes of bricks and tiles of Qin and Han Dynasties, we appreciate your elegance from the dancing posture of Dunhuang Flying Sky, we understand your majesty from the sound of waves in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, and we understand your majesty from the orbit of two bombs. We feel your magnificence. Motherland, you are a great mother. We are willing to work hard and develop for your prosperity and strength. Even if we work hard and our black hair is dyed with frost, we will still be infatuated and never regret it for the rest of our lives.

We will always be the bright stars in your eyes. We are the stubborn tamarisks in the Gobi beaches, the majestic pines and cypresses on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the rising tall buildings in the Special Economic Zone, and the running wheels on the Qinghai-Tibet Railway. Motherland, you are a kind mother. We are lives connected by your flesh and blood, and you are the root system of our life and death. Even in dreams, you always give us infinite confidence and courage.

To love the motherland, you must start from yourself and start now. If it cannot serve as a pillar, why not be a green grass, which can also green the scenery of the wilderness; if it cannot become a broad avenue, why not be a hard stone, which can also carry the heavy burden of the times.

To build the motherland, we must cherish every minute and every moment in front of us. Hurry up and wind up your thoughts, seize the opportunity of reform and opening up, learn from others' strengths, attract investment, invigorate the market, dare to innovate, let your footprints turn into fruits, let your sweat breed ears of grain, let your hard work cast steel, and let wisdom sprout landscapes.

My motherland, the spring breeze gives you vitality, the summer dew gives you exuberance, the autumn frost gives you harvest, and the winter snow gives you cleansing. What else are you looking forward to?

In In our minds, your image does not require heavy makeup, it is also a beautiful picture that will last forever. I use the most splendid poems to describe your fertility, the most beautiful techniques to describe your majesty, the smoothest notes to sing your vastness, and the sweetest tunes to praise your splendor... ·Quite words, soft tone, voice Tactful, singing loudly, have you heard the motherland?

In our minds, the name of the motherland is so kind and warm, so powerful and majestic, so real and concrete. Every call you make affects our enthusiasm and courage; every advance you make stirs up our strength and will.

On a day when the whole country is celebrating together, the national flag is exceptionally bright, the national emblem is exceptionally solemn, and the national anthem is exceptionally passionate. Our blood is surging with loyal belief, our atria are whirling with true rhythm, and our throats are gushing with hot language: I love you, China!