Hard Pen Calligraphy 140 words to praise the motherland

Hardcopy calligraphy 140 words in praise of the motherland:

1, my motherland, the land is vast, beautiful scenery nurtured the magnificent traditional culture, the desert to collect the sun, the moon drunken Lotus, the vastness of the land how many bright civilization is still glittering. My motherland, the people are industrious, fifty-six nationalities together, the Oriental charm of the wonderful, humanistic style of the flow, how many beautiful and touching legends have been passed down through the ages. Motherland ah, the splendid culture of the Chinese nation, into the long river of history, always in my chest stirring.

2, in the countless blue eyes and red eyes, I have a pair of jewel-like black eyes, I am proud, I am Chinese. In the midst of countless white skins and black skins, I have an earthy yellow skin, I am proud, I am Chinese. I am Chinese--The Loess Plateau is my breast, the Yellow River flowing is my boiling blood, the Great Wall is my raised arm, and Mount Tai is my standing heel.

3, sing a song to the party to listen to the serfs to turn over the serfs to sing I offer oil for the motherland, the border everywhere in Jiangnan, the hard bones of the working class I love Beijing Tiananmen Beijing Song Songs of the motherland, I love the blue ocean the sun is the reddest, Chairman Mao is the most pro I stand guard for the great motherland, I love the Five Fingers Mountain, I love the Wanguan River, China, China, the bright red sun will never fall the spring water of the border is pure and clear, Red Army soldiers miss Mao Zedong Red Star Song The Red Mountain Red is a long and deep friendship over the snowy mountains and grassy meadows, and the flowers of May are defending the Yellow River.

4. I am the worn-out old waterwheel on your river, spinning a tired song for hundreds of years. I am the smoky black miner's lamp on your forehead, illuminating you as you snailed through the tunnels of history, and I am the parched sheaf of rice; the dilapidated roadbed, the barge on the silted beach, strangling the fiber rope deep into your shoulders, - the motherland, O motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am your ancestors, the pain of hope, ah, is "flying" between the sleeves, thousands of years did not fall to the ground flowers.

5, nine curved Yellow River, winding Yangtze River, five thousand years of history, - Pearl in the East. Can't remember the distant past, myths and stories spread, the descendants of the two emperors of Yan Huang, write down the splendor of the yellow skin ...... Ideals in mind, casting the hope of the Dragon people, generations to pay, just to straighten the spine of China. Civilization and barbarism, interpretation of the confrontation between good and evil. The memory of blood and tears, feeding a new hope, seven continents and four oceans, - the towering China stands in the place of sunrise, the haze illuminates the world ......