67 years ago, our motherland mother suffered from imperialist aggression and oppression, but you still feed me with that scarred breast; after the war, the bleak earth echoed with the people's grief, but you are still flying between the sleeves of the thousands of years did not fall to the ground flowers, give us love and hope. Our motherland is a great motherland, vast, vast territory. Today she is more gorgeous, more charming, I want to praise her, I want to eulogize her.
Motherland motherland, you must remember the bunch of wildflowers in the hands of Qu Qiubai, Fang Zhimin's body of the poverty, Zhao Yiman bones in the stock of the steadfastness, Liu Zhidan chest patch, Liu Hulan inauguration of the branch of the red plums, Kong Fansen on the snowy plains of the string of footprints! Then let us use the wild flowers, poverty, chastity, grass roots, patches, red plums, oil lamps, footprints woven into a symphony, sing your toughness and tenacity, sing your soul and spirit!
The Yellow River is majestic, the Yellow Mountains are magnificent, the Yangtze River is long, and the Kunlun Mang. Ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers vastly from the front of Tiananmen Square, that is Lei Feng's brother, that is Ren Changxia's beautiful shadow, that is the most magnificent square of the Chinese nation! Looking up at the blue sky, "Shenzhou spacecraft", space shuttle; overlooking the earth, the Three Gorges Project, the heavenly road magic.
Dear motherland, five thousand years of connotation and precipitation, 67 years of abandonment and inheritance, 37 years of reform and development, a giant in the East, to do can say "no!" You do not care about the winds and waves, like a leisurely stroll, peace and development is your heartbeat! You are not humble, not overbearing, not restless, not alarmed, with frank and open-minded and deep, idle, stride to meet the dawn one after another!
Motherland, dear motherland! Let's take the hand of Caiwei Caicha Caixiang weave colorful brocade, let's shout the throat of the river and the sea, in the sunny morning, sing the national anthem and the fluttering five-starred red flag, sing the thousands of years of surging passion.
We firmly believe that on the journey of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation, there will be one new splendor after another! The rise of the Chinese nation will make the world proud of us!
Tomorrow we will continue to take the dream on the road, so that the great motherland continues to soar, so that the Chinese people **** and the country's bright five-star red flag in the world over the forest of nations, flying high. Let the "March of the Volunteer Army" echo in every corner of the earth.