The 6th anniversary of China's founding: changes every ten years.

I am the worn-out old waterwheel beside your river

I have been spinning tired songs for hundreds of years

I am the miner's lamp blackened on your forehead

I am the shriveled ear of rice as you grope in the tunnel of history

; It's the disrepair roadbed

it's the barge on the silt beach

Pulling the rope deep into your shoulder

-motherland!

I'm poor

I'm sad

I'm your bitter hope for generations

I'm a flower that hasn't fallen to the ground for thousands of years

-my motherland

I'm your brand-new ideal

I just broke free from the spider web of myth

. The red dawn

is spreading

-motherland

I am one billionth of you

the sum of your 9.6 million square meters

You have fed me

confused me, thoughtful me, boiling me

from my flesh and blood

. In the ear of history, there came the rumbling echo of salute, and the overwhelming echo was the echo of the vicissitudes of China. A giant overlooking the world, loud voice, the whole world heard, the Chinese people * * * and the country was established! When the first five-star red flag, Ran Ran, was raised, the flag of victory fluttered in the wind, and the people raised their heads. The whole world saw it, and the people of China stood up from now on! This history embodies grandeur, and the sunshine in October is painted heartily. This momentum is impassioned and a monument stands in the east of the world. Brilliant era, with vigorous hands, wrote a brilliant chapter of new China, and the people proudly pointed out the country. The suffering mother wiped away the tears from her eyes, revealing her inner joy and rejoicing sincerely, and the motherland bravely moved towards prosperity and strength. Eulogize our history, there is the myth of Pangu's creation, and generate shines the light of life. Eulogize our history, with the glory of four great inventions, spread on this barren land. Eulogize our history, with the enlightenment of Laozi and Confucius, and the flame of thousands of years of civilization illuminates us. Eulogize our history, silk porcelain has traveled across oceans, and everyone knows that it comes from our hometown. Eulogize our history. In that wolf smoke, the mighty lineup of terracotta warriors and horses emerged. Eulogize our history, which stands in majesty, and the strength of the Great Wall of Wan Li. ..... eulogize our history, thousands of years of ancient land, and how many tragic stories have been left. The hat of the century-old shame of the sick man of East Asia was finally thrown into the Pacific Ocean by us, and we realized our dream of reorganizing rivers and mountains. Fifty-four spring and autumn, the splendid land is full of spirits. Fifty-four Spring and Autumn Periods, the landscape is picturesque and poetic. Fifty-four spring and autumn, the roaring iron ox combed the voice of the field, and turned out the joy and singing of harvest. In the 54th Spring and Autumn Period, the oil-poor land arched the backbone of steel, and the oil derrick stood in the sea of sand. In fifty-four spring and autumn, rainbows crossed the Yangtze River, and the majestic Three Gorges Dam was locked for thousands of miles. In the 54th Spring and Autumn Period, the red clouds of "two bombs" pierced the sky, and satellites traveled in space. In the fifty-fourth Spring and Autumn Period, the people's army was mighty and magnificent, defending the iron wall of the motherland. In the 54th Spring and Autumn Period, the people harnessed the spring breeze of reform and realized the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation. ..... across our future, in this sacred land, Bo sends out the power to shock the world, and the glory and pride glow with a brilliant face. Motherland, I am proud of you. The splendid culture of the Chinese nation flows into the long river of history and will always stir in my chest. Motherland, I am proud of you. On the wonderful and magical land, I once again have the hope of soaring. Through my motherland,

the mountains are towering,

the majestic peaks overlook the historical storms,

the twilight is boundless, and

the clouds pass by.

a solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.

My motherland,

the river is rushing,

the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history,

the torrent rushes forward courageously,

washes away the pollution for a hundred years,

the stormy waves beat against the canyon, and there have been many bumps in fate.

My motherland is

vast in territory and abundant in natural resources,

beautiful scenery breeds magnificent traditional culture,

the sun sets in the desert,

the moon is drunk with lotus flowers,

how many splendid civilizations are still shining on the vast land.

In my motherland,

the people are hardworking,

56 ethnic groups are sympathetic to each other,

the oriental charm is wonderful,

the humanistic style is romantic,

how many beautiful and moving legends have been circulated through the ages.

This is my motherland,

This is my motherland that I deeply love.

I love your long and splendid history,

I love the flowers on every inch of your land,

I love your magnificent rivers and mountains,

I love the tenacity and persistence of your people.

my motherland,

the motherland I deeply love.

You are a cock with your head held high-awakening the silence at dawn,

You are a soaring dragon-dominating the times,

You are a majestic lion-dancing the glory of China,

You are the origin of human wisdom.

You have a sacred name,

and that is China!

that's China, my motherland.

my beloved motherland.

I deeply love my motherland.

My beating heart is beating for 5, years.

I deeply love my motherland.

Surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and Yellow River.

I deeply love my motherland.

My yellow skin is printed with the colors left by my ancestors.

I deeply love it.

I deeply love my motherland,

My strong personality is tall and straight, and I deeply love my motherland.

The vast sea border is full of all my sustenance.

My motherland,

lovely China,

You have created glorious history,

You have raised a great nation.

I'm proud of your long history.

Thousands of years of strong winds can't break your tall and straight back.

I'm proud of your strength.

I've weathered the years against internal and external troubles.

I am proud of your brightness,

The Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny,

I am proud of your spirit,

The reform has gone forward courageously and the opening up is magnificent.

Lovely motherland,

No matter where I go,

I hold your arm,

No matter where I live,

you warm my heart.

lovely motherland,

you hold the helm of the new century,

you use speed, you use strength,

you create miracles that shock the world.

You used hard work and wisdom,

and made another more brilliant development!

motherland, motherland,

you are always full of hope,

motherland, motherland,

you are always full of vigor and vitality!

ringing that row of copper bells, the rich and clear left sound and right rhyme goes from far to near, through five thousand years of long years and fifty-three years of colorful flower season. On the river continent, the beauty of water, the sunshine of mountains and the shore of the sea, layers of ripples and echoes are generated, which condenses a theme in the hearts of hundreds of millions of Chinese people: Motherland! We sing the glory of your magnificent years with the voice of The Book of Songs, the rhyme of Qu Yuan's Ode to Orange, the ancient style and Yuefu, the regular poems and Sanqu, the Beijing Opera and Shaanxi Opera, the bangzi and the drum lyrics, and your unyielding dignity and sacredness. We sing your soul and spirit with the bouquet of flowers in Qu Qiubai's hand, the poverty in Fang Zhimin's body, the patch on Liu Zhidan's chest, the oil lamp in Jiao Yulu's window and the footprints left in Kong Fansen's snowfield. Dear motherland, let's weave colorful flower beds and colorful lanterns with the hands of picking roses, tea and mulberry; Let's sing the national anthem and the flying five-star red flag in the golden season and golden morning, and sing the passion that has been surging for thousands of years. The Yellow River is fierce, the Yangtze River is strong, Mount Tai is strong, and the Kunlun Mountain is vast. The mountains and rivers of Wan Li pass by Tiananmen Square, past teams of Lei Feng, past teams of Li Xiangqun, past teams of Fang Hongxiao … out of the most beautiful and amorous steps of the people of China, out of the most spectacular and magnificent phalanx of the Chinese nation! Dear motherland, with five thousand years of implication and accumulation, and fifty-three years of sublation and inheritance, an oriental giant can say "no!" " When you can speak. Regardless of the wind and waves, it's better than walking around. Peace and development are your heartfelt wishes. You stride boldly at the dawn of the new century! In the east wind of the 16th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, a new generation of China leaders are carrying forward the past and leading the Chinese nation to new glories!

If I can sing a song,

I will sing I Love My Motherland.

If I draw a picture,

I will draw My Motherland.

If I were to write a poem,

I would write "Praise the Motherland".

Now,

I am writing a poem.

I want to sing praises to my motherland,

to sing praises to her beauty.

Because she treasures the Great Wall of Wan Li and the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of Qin Dynasty;

Because she is the mother of Suzhou, Hangzhou and Guilin;

Because she owns Xishuangbanna and Xisha Islands.

I want to sing praises to my motherland,

to sing praises to her strength.

Because we have fulfilled our space dream;

Because we succeeded in bidding for the Olympic Games;

because we joined the WTO.

I want to sing praises to my motherland,

to sing praises to her soul.

Because she breast-fed Lei Feng and Lai Ning;

Because she cultivated Zhou Enlai and Deng Xiaoping;

Because she brought up Sima Qian and Xu Beihong.

ah, mother country!

thousands of rivers are your hair,

the continuous mountains are your green blood,

the water in Dongting Lake is your bright eyes,

the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is your tough backbone,

Beijing is your beating heart,

Guilin landscape is the emerald on your head,

the earth dotted with plum trees and peony is your clothes.

I would like to turn into a poem, a painting and a song,

and sing your praises forever:

My mother, the Chinese people and China.

loong, take off, the 21st century is the stage where you star!