Recalling the red classics and inheriting the revolutionary spirit-writing, poetry and papers on the red journey can be done. 400~450 words

My motherland,

Lovely China,

You made a glorious history,

You raised a great country.

I'm proud of your age,

Thousands of years of strong winds have not broken your tall and straight back. I am proud of your strength.

Resist internal troubles and foreign invasion, and go through the years.

I'm proud of your light,

The Chinese nation firmly grasps its own destiny,

I'm proud of your spirit,

Reform and opening up are magnificent.

Lovely motherland,

Wherever I go,

I hold your arm of strength,

No matter where I live,

You have warmed my heart.

Lovely motherland,

You are the helmsman of the new century,

You use speed, you use strength,

Create miracles that shock the world.

You work hard and use your wisdom,

Has carried on another more brilliant development!

Motherland, motherland,

You are always full of hope,

Motherland, motherland, you will always be full of vitality!

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"Yellow River" Author: Snowdrift

Days and nights whizzing by in my eyes

Grass and gold surge in my chest.

Yan Di Long Pao Neijing

Muddy tears and expressions.

I have been running through my youth.

My bad breath

When I hold a copper pot to warm my eyes, tears flow like a river.

Who is your drunken boat?

Suppress one's throbbing chest

I look forward to the Beidou full of thunder.

A thousand Yellow River diaries were unveiled by you.

A thousand diaries are Qian Fan's back.

Qian Fan's back. You're back.

When I lead the cattle and drive the sheep, I disappear into your noisy entrance at dusk.

When I drag my children, help the old and take care of the young, and live and roam on your road.

When the brazier on my head worships your deep source

Yellow River I long for a bumper harvest after the storm.

My black hair and white hair are in the Yellow River and thousands of feet.

I flew thousands of feet along the Yellow River.

I dream of the Yellow River in Tiema Glacier.

My canoe crossed the Yellow River in Wanzhong Mountain.

I really can't take my photo away from the Yellow River with my face.

I really took my songs away, but I couldn't take my feelings away.

The rising sea can't drown the sunset in my heart.

The world of mortals in the eyes, the river is getting worse and worse and can't be buried.

My river that never hits the south wall and never looks back.

My river without coffins and tears

I can't reach the Great Wall, not a hero's river.

My river won't die if it can't see the sea.

My blows and blows hit the bustling river.

My stumbling river

I can't leave without a river.

When the stone turns into foam,

When bones turn into waves

Sorghum fell and there was blood.

When tears are shaped into wheat ears of highland barley

When my feet are covered with mud, I have a hard job in my hand.

Yellow River You are the song I want to sing when I am tired.

A whip shadow drives a carriage full of flames and tears.

A village full of apricot blossoms and moistened by folk songs

Drunk, the north wind stands in your Hedong Hexi Henan Hebei

Yellow River, I am the mountain you grew up watching.

The flowers in Shandandan are colorful, and your mountains made of water and slopes made of waves are colorful.

Little by little, the stars in the sky light your pulse with nine twists and eighteen bends.

When I was humming that nursery rhyme under the scorching sun and frost.

You are my ancestor who took dreams as horses.

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Zhu Xuelian's Rainy Night

Under the street lamp, memories are strolling;

The wind is blowing gently,

The trees shook slowly, and the rain drifted leisurely.

Countless raindrops,

Is endless you,

Emerge in front of my eyes;

Your deep eyes,

See through me so that I can't forget it.

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Untitled Author: Lu Tingting

I sat quietly on a bench in the crowd.

Slowly, I closed my melancholy eyes.

Looking back, what you and I once had,

Suddenly, I felt a chill in my eyes.

I opened the eyes of my dream fan and looked at the busy street.

I started a new life path.

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Human true feelings

I was moved, and I saw the moment of true feelings in the world.

I am proud that I am a member of this family.

Words can no longer express the magnificence of this moment,

The cold sunshine shines into everyone's heart.

I'm happy, I have real brothers and sisters,

I made up my mind that no one can ruin our true feelings.

Tears of happiness reflect the sincerity between brothers,

The cool autumn wind blows everyone's heart.

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Run hand in hand

Man: A drop of water flows into the Yangtze River from the other side of the river.

W: There is a wave flowing into the East China Sea from this end of the river.

Together: a drop of water, a spray, hand in hand in the endless pursuit, merged into the surging Yangtze River, surging East China Sea, in the immortal Pentium, heart to heart, merged into the vast Wang Yang.

Man: This is the earth, the torrent of life.

W: This is China, the music played by history.

Together: life goes on and goes back to ancient times.

M: Thousands of years, from the Yanhuang era to today's reform and opening up.

Woman: For thousands of years. From the reproduction of the nation to the highly civilized present.

Together: the hands of Chinese sons and daughters are the exchange of water and waves, the ensemble of rivers and seas, and the love of Chinese sons and daughters is brilliant again in our East.

M: In order to make the earth, from this end of the motherland, firmly move towards 2 1 century.

W: In order to make history come from the other side of the motherland along the cross-century track.

We are like young eagles, holding our unyielding heads high and waving our wings to meet the future battles!

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Sing our class collective

We love the earth and the blue sky;

We love rivers and mountains.

What we love most is our lovely class and our warm home.

You are full of laughter, yearning, and how many fiery emotions there are.

You are so ordinary, so brilliant, you are so simple and solemn.

When the sun rises in Ran Ran, you will be green and full of vitality.

The young trees stand upright and the flowers raise their smiling faces.

In class, there is a neat queue waiting for review.

Class is over, and there are flying pigeons flying into the blue sky.

I love your blackboard full of knowledge,

I like your neat tables and chairs.

I like the shock in your singing,

I like your quiet and considerate,

I like your flag flying in sunny days,

I love your dripping eaves ...

Ah, the humble classroom is the starting point of our exploration, and our fiery ideal shines with dazzling light.

You are a melting pot, how much steel is smelted here,

For tomorrow, track laying, bridge building, rolling flashing wheels.

You are the cradle of many talents.

For tomorrow, go to mining, go to space and announce new discoveries to the world.

We love the earth and the blue sky.

We love rivers and mountains.

What we love most is our lovely home!