1. O Motherland, My Dear Motherland
Author Shu Ting? Dynasty Modern Times
I am the worn-out old waterwheel on the edge of your river, spinning a weary song for centuries;
I am the smoky black miner's lamp on your forehead, illuminating you as you snail groped through the tunnels of history.
I am the shriveled ears of rice, the roadbed in disrepair; the barge on the silted beach, strangling the fiber rope deep into your shoulders,
O Motherland! I am poverty, I am sorrow. I am the painful hope of your ancestors,
It is the flower that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years between the sleeves of the "flying sky",
Oh, the motherland! I am your new ideal, just breaking free from the cobwebs of myth; I am the germ of the ancient lotus under your snow cover;
I am the smiling edges of your tears; I am the freshly brushed snow-white starting line; I am the scarlet dawn, which is erupting;
O motherland! I am one billionth of you, the sum of your nine million six hundred thousand squares; you have fed, with scarred breasts
, the confused me, the deep-thinking me, the boiling me; then from my flesh and blood
go and obtain, your riches, your glory, your freedom;
O motherland, my dear motherland!
2, I am proud, I am Chinese
Author Wang Huaijian? Dynasty Modern Times
I am proud that I am a Chinese. Among the countless blue eyes and red eyes, I have a pair of jewel-like black eyes,
I am proud that I am a Chinese! Among countless white skins and black skins, I have 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.
I am Chinese, my ancestors first came out of the forest, my ancestors first began to plow,
I make the descendants of the compass and the printing press, I make the descendants of pi and the geodesic. In my people
Not only in the annals of history immortalized for all time, Confucius, Sima Qian, Li Zicheng, Sun Yat-sen, but also that literary history immortalized for all time
Flower Mulan, Lin Daiyu, Sun Wukong, Lu Zhishen. I am a Chinese, in my country not only have
Thunder and lightning can not fall Changbai Snow Mountain, Huangshan Mountain pine, and the wind and rain can not be extinguished Jinggang tradition, the spirit of Yan'an! I am a Chinese,
My voice as rough as the Yellow River, not only ringing in the United Nations building, loudly expressed China's argument,
Also want to be in the Olympic arena, shouting "China scored". When the applause lifted the five-star red flag to the blue sky,
I am proud that I am Chinese! I am Chinese, my arm as huge as the Great Wall,
not only drilling the oil drilling rods into the center of the earth, where foreigners predicted that they would not be able to hit the oil; but also sending communication satellites up to the white clouds, which our ancestors
had never dreamt of; when the five continents listened to the East, I was proud, I am Chinese!
I am Chinese, I am the heir to the Mogao Caves frescoes, so that the fluttering frescoes will go with us.
I am the flying sky, flying sky is us. I am proud, I am Chinese!
3, Ode to the Motherland
Author Wang Yongli? Dynasty modern
You come from five thousand years of history, the dust of the years can not hide your bright richness; more than a few ancient civilizations fell,
And you proudly stood in abundance! The river of time cleanses the dust, wipe away the tiredness and weariness of your face;
The palm of the years to smooth out the shame and trauma, you are reborn from the fire to stand up. The mountains and rivers are beautiful and vast,
The ship of national rejuvenation carries you into a new era; the heroes and heroes are many, 1.3 billion children are born to carry on.
Good and fast sustained economic growth, the world for you to marvel and applaud; manned satellites, Chang'e to the moon,
The vastness of the universe because of you and bold! The civilization of five thousand years has been passed on from generation to generation, and the strong voice of building a harmonious society is surging;
Independent innovation has achieved a new leap forward, and scientific development has created a glorious future. We are proud of you,
Charm of China's new charismatic style; we eulogize you, the youth of China's youth forever!
4, the motherland
Author Lermontov? Dynasty modern
I love the motherland, but with a strange love! Not even my reason can checkmate it.
Neither the glory of blood for blood, nor the serenity of piety filled with condescension,
nor the sacred rumors of that ancient age, could stir in me the phantasmagoria of consolation.
But I love - I do not know why - the bleak, cold silence of its meadows,
the endless forests that sway with the wind, the rushing of its oceanic, raging rivers;
I love to ride in the carts and run I love to run in my car up the lanes between the villages, and with my slow glance through the pale night,
thinking of my night lodgings, and welcoming the trembling lights in the deserted villages by the roadside;
I love the light smoke of the wildfires, the nightly caravans on the grassy plains, and the two shimmering birches on the hill in the yellowish field.
I love to run with a joy unknown to man, and with a joy unknown to man, and with a joy unknown to man, and with a joy unknown to man, and with a joy unknown to man, and with a joy unknown to man, and with a joy unknown to man, and with a joy unknown to me. I looked with joy unknown to man at the threshing-floor piled with grain,
the straw-covered farm-house, the little windows set with embossed panes; and on the dewy festival nights,
watching the dancing with whistling amidst the laughter of the drunken peasants, I could have watched till the middle of the night.
5, the motherland
Author Li Qing Dynasty modern
My ancient and young motherland, I am a tender seedling on your vast land,
waving in your warm and caring embrace, I am a flying bird in your infinite sky,
chirping in your heart of the warm spring breeze, in my veins, the waves of the Yellow River,
My blood vessels, the Yellow River, <
My heart, open with the flowers of civilization, the ideals of my heart, is showing in the blue sky of the motherland.
The east of the world, there is a magical and beautiful country, the vast ocean, is her broad bosom, the towering Great Wall,
is her strong spine, the mighty Yellow River, is her rushing blood, the Tibetan Plateau, is her stiff arm ......
She- -is my motherland, the great Chinese people*** and country.