Love the motherland and love the hometown speech script

The Forgotten River flies across the river, and the years pass by.

Floating down the source of the Mother River, from the riverside of "Kankanvatan" in "The Book of Songs" to the Chu River and Han Dynasty of "Golden Arms and Iron Horse" in "Historical Records"; taking pictures of "Water" The waves of "Sutra Annotation", the toad caressing "Seismometer", I saw your hard artery - the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, as well as the simplicity and elegance of the ancient pavilion, the sudden nearness and distance of the wild boat, and the thousands of waves on the endless plain. ...

On the bells and tripods covered with oracle bones, read the spirituality of your childhood; on the Great Wall covered with beacon fires, read the boldness of your youth; on the land covered with poetry and science , read the richness of your youth. Nowadays, a wisp of Chinese wind adds style to the Olympic Games. Listening to the flood of greetings and seeing the proud smiling faces warms the guests from all over the world. A pool of clear water in the "Water Cube" covers a blue sky, and the majestic "Bird's Nest" competes with the fragrance of science and technology! A tube of sheep hair is soaked in the wisdom of 1.3 billion people, and each stroke is enough to shock the world!

The motherland has gone through the passage of time! On the charred ruins of the Old Summer Palace, what I saw was a pool of blood; on the wreckage of the "Zhiyuan Ship", what I saw was an unquenched fire. In front of the monument to the Nanjing Massacre, I breathed What a shame! But my motherland! You have not sunk. In the east of Asia, you use your broad arms to hold up the mountains and the sea, hold the Chinese people in your arms, repair the incomplete years with thatch and adobe bricks, and feed the hungry lives with wild vegetables and gruel. Sun Yat-sen, the founding father, began to plan the strategy of governing the country in the dark; Mao Zedong supported the bones and backbone of the nation on a poor and weak land; Deng Xiaoping, with his bright eyes showing a steely will, guided you in troubled times, from the wind and rain of the century. Walked by magically! Walk through! !

Floating down along the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, crossing the Hukou, crossing the Guandong, walking through the Three Gorges, and rushing to the East China Sea. In the Hexi Corridor and the North China Plain, I saw your transcendence through wind and rain; the Olympic flame on Mount Everest warmed the thousands of years of snow; Xishuangbanna with dense grass and trees, and Qiongdao in Hainan with the coconut breeze... they all recounted your story. Sublime and majestic... Although there are still the longing eyes of children who have dropped out of school, and the helpless complaints of laid-off workers, the severe earthquake in Wenchuan, Sichuan makes you sad and makes you cry, but it makes you feel the greatness of life and the glory of humanity even more.

Mr. Yu Guangzhong said: "There is a tributary of the Yellow River in my bloodline." Yes, we use "The Book of Songs" as our singing voice, "The Analects of Confucius" as the rhythm, and "Ode to Orange" as the rhyme, to sing the glorious years of your history; we use ancient styles and Yuefu, rhythmic poetry and Sanqu, Peking Opera and Chu songs, Bangzi and Drum lyrics recite your magnificent and picturesque mountains and rivers. We sing your unyielding dignity and sanctity with Yue Wumu's "Man Jiang Hong", Wen Tianxiang's "Song of Righteousness", Lu Xun's "Scream", and Zhu Ziqing's "Back View". Ring the chimes with all your heart, and the rich and clear melody will travel through five thousand years, creating ripples and echoes in the river continent, the Mekong River, the sun of the mountains, and the shore of the sea. The hearts of all the descendants of Yan and Huang condensed into one theme: motherland, mother!

Mother of the Motherland, you must remember the bouquet of wild flowers in Qu Qiubai’s hand, the poverty in Fang Zhimin’s body, the steadfastness in Zhao Yiman’s bones, the grass roots in Yang Jingyu’s belly, and the love in Liu Zhidan’s chest. That patch, the branch of red plum when Liu Hulan died, the oil lamp in front of Jiao Yulu's window, the string of footprints on the snowy field of Kong Fansen! Then let us use the symphony weaved by wildflowers, poverty, perseverance, grass roots, patches, red plums, oil lamps, and footprints to sing about your tenacity and tenacity, as well as your soul and spirit!

The Yellow River is majestic, Huangshan is strong, the Yangtze River is long, and Kunlun is wild. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are passing by Tiananmen Gate. Those are Lei Feng's brothers, that is Ren Changxia's beautiful figure, and that is the most magnificent phalanx of the Chinese nation! Looking up at the blue sky, the "Shenzhou spacecraft" shuttles through space; overlooking the earth, the Three Gorges Project, the magical road to heaven.

Dear motherland, with five thousand years of connotation and accumulation, 60 years of abandonment and inheritance, 30 years of reform and development, an Oriental giant has done it and can say "no!" You don't care about the wind and waves. , is better than strolling in the garden, peace and development are your aspirations! You are neither arrogant nor arrogant, nor impatient nor alarmed. You welcome each dawn with openness, profundity and tranquility.

Motherland, dear motherland! Let us use the hand-woven colorful tapestry of picking weeds, tea and mulberries, let us sing the national anthem and the flying five-star red flag on a sunny morning with the throats of shouting rivers and seas, and sing the passion that has been surging for thousands of years.

Look, the drizzle is like smoke in spring, and the swallows are flying around in the wind. Listen, the warm wind brings melodious singing: "In love, in love, pain and happiness, I call you. / In songs, in dreams, life and death depend on you, I love you bitterly. /... /Even if I fall to the ground, my heart still holds you. /Rising from the ground in the morning light, I am in your image /...