Reflections on the 60th anniversary of National Day

Facing the flying national flag, hundreds of millions of eyes are watching the five-star red flag Ran Ran rise, and hundreds of millions of hearts are beating for the motherland. Looking up, I found that the bright national flag has been flying over China for more than half a century. Today at the turn of the century, the Republic of China has gone through 60 years.

Sixty years ago, "foreign oil" and "foreign surface" were still full of the north and south of China; Today, 60 years later, many well-known domestic brands have spread all over the world.

Sixty years ago, our ancestors planted pears plowed in the Han Dynasty in the farmland of the 20th century. Sixty years later, modern machinery has entered the farmhouses in China.

Sixty years ago, Hong Kong and Macao tourists were still standing in Kinmen to see Xiamen. Sixty years later, returned overseas Chinese have stood in Xiamen overlooking the Golden Gate. The same distance is a different situation.

Sixty years later, the bleak autumn wind changed the world again.

Wisdom is still hidden in simplicity, and there are still handsome seasons in the wilderness, but I can no longer hear the sigh of blood and tears, nor can I find the footprint of poverty. I can't find your old and thin figure. The sun made of wheat ears and gears, propping up a clear sky with golden arms, twists and turns, cutting off the haze of sword light shining on the vicissitudes of life.

You stand proudly in the east of the world. No matter how the situation around you changes, you are always firmly moving in the direction of truth. You smile at the spring breeze in all directions and look forward to a better future in the exciting rhythm.

The strings of my soul are always tied to the mast of your sail;

The crayon in my hand will always write your powerful charm;

Facing the flying national flag, my blood is boiling, my thoughts are boiling, and my ideal roots are deeper in the soil.

Facing the flying national flag, we have melted ourselves into the burning heart of our mother.

Pay tribute to the motherland and bless the mother.