The long history of the motherland

Hello, guys.

You must have seen the magnificent rivers and mountains of the motherland. The surging river, the rolling Yellow River and the rolling peaks all belong to our great motherland. The mountains and rivers of the motherland are magnificent, the rivers of the motherland are beautiful, and the mind of the motherland is extremely broad.

We are all descendants of the Chinese people and descendants of the dragon. Our happiness comes from our motherland. Only when the country is rich and strong can the flowers of our happy life bloom forever. The history of China tells us that there is no home without the motherland, and the country will be beaten if it is not strong. Our parents are our closest relatives, and China is our favorite.

When the invaders trampled on our beautiful mountains and rivers, every conscientious China person had tears on his face and blood in his heart. For their sacred motherland, they groped in the dark and struggled in humiliation.

Wen Yiduo was furious, bash elbows cold to the assassin's pistol, Ji Hongchang hung're "I'm from China" and walked among foreigners with blue eyes and yellow hair. Zhang Xueliang and General Yang Hucheng resolutely launched the Xi 'an incident to save the nation from peril. ...

It is this absolutely pure son of Qian Qian who has propped up the backbone of our nation and the hope of our motherland. It is they who, in their own "today", wrote down March of the Volunteers worthy of the times with full blood, which made our * * * and national anthem resound through today's China, so magnificent.

Shame and misfortune have become the past, and the Chinese nation has ushered in new glory. Over the past 20 years of reform and opening up, with the hard work of the broad masses of working people, we have made great progress in military affairs, science and technology, politics and sports. At the just-concluded Athens Olympic Games, the athletes used their "ten years to sharpen a sword" to make China among the sports powers for the first time. The five-star red flag fluttered high over the Athens Stadium again and again, and the vigorous and passionate China people and national anthem made countless Chinese sons and daughters surge with emotion.

Seeing veteran Wang Yifu's tears of excitement after winning the gold medal, and seeing Liu Xiang crossing the finish line and running around the field with his hands in the air, I remembered watching the Olympic Games when I was a child.

It was a summer night. My mother and I sat in front of the TV and watched the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games. When we saw the flags of different countries on the field, my mother asked me, "Xiao Can; Which national flag do you like best? " ; When I was six years old, I thought for a moment and said, "Five-star red flag." "Why?" "Because it is the brightest color, the yellow five-pointed star on it is very beautiful." Mom didn't speak, looked at me for a long time and shook her head. "No, son, because you are from China!"

"You are from China!" The simple five words tell the truth of many people in China. It is precisely because of such a China heart that revolutionary martyrs shed their blood, and Olympic athletes fought bravely and made great achievements. I was only six years old at that time, and I was excited to see the five-star red flag flying in the wind.

From that day on, in my heart, I have such a belief: the motherland is my mother, and the country is more important than the small family. When I grow up, I will make her stronger with my hands. The motherland has a vast territory, a glorious history, treasures all over the mountains and rivers, and beautiful scenery in the three rivers and five mountains. The wild horse of thought is galloping, and I use my heart to describe my mother. Her long hair is a thousand rivers flowing leisurely, her tough and steep back is a continuous mountain peak, and her bright eyes are the water of Dongting Lake and the waves of West Lake! In the days of the motherland, "the bleak autumn wind has changed the world again". On the land of the motherland, "the red rain is turned into waves at will, and the green hills are deliberately turned into bridges". Looking at the rivers and mountains of Wan Li in the distance, it is like being in a room of poetry and painting.

The motherland is the Oriental Pearl, the soaring dragon in Asia and the rising sun in Ran Ran on the distant horizon. The motherland is in your heart, in my heart and in the hearts of all of us. Thank you all.