The Pamir Plateau is still glittering with stars;
When the northern country is still a world of silver,
The southern border has long been overflowing with the color of spring.
When the northern country is still a world of silver,
The southern border is already overflowing with the color of spring.
Ah, we love you, China!
We love you ------
Guilin mountains and waters of the clear and handsome,
Hangzhou West Lake of the thick makeup,
Huangshan. Mount Lushan's misty clouds,
The Yangtze River. Yellow River.
We love you ------
The fragrance of Longjing tea,
The simple beauty of Maotai wine,
The smoothness of silk in Jiangnan,
Jingdezhen ceramics of the heavenly craftsmanship.
We love you ------
The moonlight in front of the Dai family's bamboo house,
The towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world,
Tulufan's grapes, Hami's melons,
Sheep on the prairie, camels on the Gobi Bay.
We love you ------
The ancient song played by the bells of the Warring States,
The new song written by the reform and opening up,
The rolling tide of spring surging through the miles of God's country,
The fire of hope ignited on the motherland.
We love you ------
Struggle to write the book of history,
Sweat watering the fruit.
The greatness of the pine tree, the purity of the plum blossom,
the broad-mindedness, the grandeur.
We are proud, we are proud,
We are vigorous, we are pioneering,
You are the strongest of the world's peoples,
We love you, China!
Hello
I love you, motherland, I love you for the tinkling of camel bells
I love you for the Silk Road
I love you for the green shoots of grass
I love you for the pastoral flute in the countryside
I love you for the tall buildings in the city
I love you for the ideal of holding the people to the sun
I love the blue waves of the Yangtze River
It sings the songs of 56 nationalities
I love the waves of the Yellow River
I love the 1.3 billion people
I love the Great Wall
I love its majesty
I love the lofty Yellow Mountains
I love your motherland
I love your motherland.
I love you for the openness of the plateau
I love you for the boldness of the yellow children
I love you for the lushness of the cane forest
I love you for the sweetness of the hearts of millions of people
I love you for the openness of the window
I love you for the flowers of civilization
I love you for the waves of reform
I love you for the waves of reform
I love you for the waves of the world's greatest cities
I love you for your greatness.
I love your intelligent mind
I love your hard-working hands
I love the way you dress up your modernized motherland
I love your great flag
I love the way you represent the direction of the people
I love your colorful sails
I love the way your people are moving forward
I love the way you are moving forward
I love the way your people are moving forward
I love the way your people are moving forward
I love the way your people are moving forward
I love the way your people are moving forward
It is it that makes the ship of the century whistle and sail away!
Motherland, I love you
I love your grass and trees
I love your birds and frogs
I love your mountains and landscapes
I love your towns and villages
I love your flowers and snowy moons
You love your sunny days
Motherland, I love you
It is you that has given me life.
You gave me strength
You gave my longing
a pair of wings to fly
From the lofty plateau
I am a snow lotus on the icebergs
From the island surrounded by blue waves
I am a swallow in the sea breeze
From the vast grasslands
I am a swallow in the sea breeze
I am a swallow in the grasslands
From the vast grasslands
From the vast grasslands
From the vast grasslands
From the vast grasslands
From the vast grasslands
The world of the world, I love you.
I am an eagle soaring under the blue sky
From the loess slopes of the seven gorges and eight beams
I am a tender shandandandan by the Yellow River
Ah! The hope that grows in the land of God,
We are the youth of China!
The nine bends of the Yellow River have taught me not to turn back
The mangy Kunlun has taught me to stand on the ground and reach for the sky
The snowflakes of the north have taught me to be pure
The cotton pads of the south have taught me to be passionate
The hometown of the dragon, the cradle of the nation,
The beautiful mountains and rivers are our home.
To the strong and dignified square characters
To the heroic spirit of "Water Margin" and "Three Kingdoms"
To the song-like and picturesque Tang and Song lyrics
To the sound of the bells at Fengqiao and the smoke in the desert
To my grandmother's songs
To learn to speak in Grandma's songs
The stories of Nuwa and Dayu haunt my ears
To learn to walk in Grandpa's arms
The footprints of Dongzi and Leifeng lead me forward
The children of Yanhuang and the sons and daughters of China
The dark-eyed, yellow-skinned, and unchanged faces of these children.
Duanyang in May, the heart with the dragon boat to catch up with the soul of the poem,
August Mid-Autumn Festival, through the bright full moon to send thoughts.
Ovoo, archery and wrestling, showing the toughness of the small herdsmen,
Holding the huddle, singing and dancing, dedicating to the friend's good wishes.
The beauty of the Orient nourishes the descendants of the Dragon,
and the 5,000-year-old culture is rooted in our hearts.
We remember the virtues of Mother China,
not forgetting the thousands of disasters she has endured.
The Yellow River slenders could not pull the question mark-like body straight,
The ancient bricks of the Great Wall could not stop the shrapnel of foreign artillery.
Ah! It was the starry fire of July, the ships of the South China Sea,
that made the Oriental masters rise up from their nightmares.
The blood of the pioneers revived the frozen earth of a thousand years,
and only then did the divine state show its youthful smile.
"The story of spring" has been heard all over the country,
China! The new picture has been unfolded.
Today, history and the future will be welded by us,
The baton of the times will be passed on to us,
Standing on the new starting line, we answered loudly:
Young people want to write a more brilliant Chinese poem
Not looking forward to the feet of the sunshine Road
Not fantasizing about the head of a bright sunshine sky
Not infatuated with the honeypot warmth of the father and brother give not to forget the "most dangerous times" when the battle cry flies!
To be a ship to break the waves
To be a rocket to propel a spaceship
To be like a sword to cut off poverty
To connect the world with love
Listen to the reedsong and suona blowing together
Look at the swallows and the young eagles flying in tandem
Fifty-six flowers opening up one after another
To decorate a great garden of the motherland
To make the motherland a place to be. The great garden
makes the spirits of our forefathers marvel with pride
Ah! This is my China!
This is the youth of China!
From the lofty plateau
I am a snow lotus on the iceberg
From the treasure island encircled by blue waves
I am a milky swallow in the sea breeze
From the vast grassland
I am a young eagle soaring under the blue sky
From the loess slopes of the seven ravines and eight beams
I am a fresh and tender shandan by the Yellow River
I am a young boy of China. The tender Shandandan by the Yellow River
Ah! The hope that grows in the land of God,
We are the youth of China!
The nine bends of the Yellow River have taught me not to turn back
The mangy Kunlun has taught me to stand on the ground and reach for the sky
The snowflakes of the north have taught me to be pure
The cotton pads of the south have taught me to be passionate
The hometown of the dragon, the cradle of the nation,
The beautiful mountains and rivers are our home.
To the strong and dignified square characters
To the heroic spirit of "Water Margin" and "Three Kingdoms"
To the song-like and picturesque Tang and Song lyrics
To the sound of the bells at Fengqiao and the smoke in the desert
To the song of my grandmother
To the sound of the bells at Fengqiao and the smoke in the desert
To learn to speak in Grandma's songs
The stories of Nuwa and Dayu haunt my ears
To learn to walk in Grandpa's arms
The footprints of Dongzi and Leifeng lead me forward
The children of Yanhuang and the sons and daughters of China
Black eyes and yellow skin, unchanged looks.
Duoyang in May, the heart with the dragon boat to catch up with the spirit of poetry,
August Mid-Autumn Festival, by the bright full moon to send thoughts.
Ovoo, archery and wrestling, showing the toughness of the small herdsmen,
Holding the huddle, singing and dancing, dedicating to the friend's good wishes.
The beauty of the Orient nourishes the descendants of the Dragon,
and the 5,000-year-old culture is rooted in our hearts.
We remember the virtues of Mother China,
and we do not forget the thousands of disasters she has endured.
The Yellow River slenders could not pull the question mark-like body straight,
The ancient bricks of the Great Wall could not stop the shrapnel of foreign artillery.
Ah! It is the starry fire of July, the sailing ships of the South China Sea,
that makes the Oriental masters rise up from the nightmare.
The blood of the pioneers revived the frozen earth of a thousand years,
and only then did the divine state show its youthful smile.
"The story of spring" has been heard all over the country,
China! The new picture has been unfolded.
Today, history and the future will be welded by us,
The baton of the era depends on us,
Standing on the new starting line, we answered loudly:
Young people want to write a more brilliant Chinese poem
Not looking forward to the feet of the sun everywhere
Not fantasizing about the head of a bright sun
Not infatuated with the honeypot warm beds given by the father and brother
Not obsessed with the father and brother. not to forget the "most dangerous times" when the battle cry flies!
To be a ship to break the waves
To be a rocket to propel a spaceship
To be like a sword to cut off poverty
To connect the world with love
Listen to the reedsong and suona blowing together
Look at the swallows and the young eagles flying in tandem
The fifty-six flowers are opening up one after another
Decorating the great gardens of our motherland
To decorate our motherland with thousands of li
Make the spirits of our forefathers marvel with pride
Ah! This is my China!
This is the youth of China
Motherland, I love you
I love your camel bells
I love the Silk Road
I love your green grass buds
It is it that covers the desert of the Gobi Desert and I love your pastoral flute
It is it that scatters colorful notes in all directions
I love your urban skyscrapers
I love you!
I love the blue waves of the Yangtze River
I love the heartfelt songs of the 56 ethnic groups
I love the waves of the Yellow River
I love the way the 1.3 billion people were raised
I love the majesty of the Great Wall
I love the way the Great Wall has lifted up the backbone of the Chinese people
I love the towering Huangshan Mountain
I love the way the Huangshan Mountain has been built. I love the towering Huangshan Mountain
It shows the beauty and dignity of the motherland
I love the openness of your plateau
It reveals the boldness of the yellow children
I love the lushness of your sugarcane forests
Its sweetness penetrates the hearts of hundreds of millions of people
I love the openness of your window
It lets the flowers of civilization vie for fragrance
I love the reform of the Chinese government
I love the openness of the Chinese government
I love your reform wave
It throws off the hat of poverty and backwardness
I love your intelligent mind
It receives the gold medal of the four great inventions
I love your industrious hands
It dresses up your modernized motherland
I love your great flag
It represents the direction of the people's advancement
I love you.
I love your colorful sails
It is it that makes the ship of the century whistle and sail away!
I love you, Motherland
I love your grass and trees
I love your birds and frogs
I love your mountains and rivers
I love your towns and villages
I love your flowers and snowy moons
You love your sunny days
Motherland, I love you
It is you that gave me life
I love you, Motherland
It is you that gave me life
It is you that gave me life
It is you that gave me life
I love you.
It was you who gave me strength
It was you who gave my longing
a pair of wings to fly
Let the wind pass through me
There are still wired like
a river left under the bridge. A few aspens live strong at the head of it
The river passes through the whole mountain town, and the wind
Passes through it, too. I rested on the railing
Looking at the thin river, and also let the wind pass me by.
Combing all over my body, softly passing through all of me.
Enchanting the languid world. The clock and the bowl of my meal
arrive; tugging up my feet and pulling them into the walk
Wind, tearing a piece and putting it on my breath
leaving a sliver for the aspens. I'll take my feet,
Leave my heart right here
Tears weigh down my words
Tears weigh down my words
Can't speak. Unspeakable
has encompassed everything; as if only one word out of tens of thousands
had been struck; as if a bean sprout had been grown
scampered up to old heights; as if a springtime beard had woken up from its sleep
rooted and uprooted. But I know that what she is breaking through at the top is
pale stone, a burgeoning in the stone
Sunshine in this old house is like a new-born baby
happy and cozy. All things if returned to their primal state
Your uncarved bravado and lion-like dominance
Wind and sand polished your silver even more
Your sword-wielding hand seeks the enemy in words
I saw you stand to the heights. Though thou art lowly
Like a speck of dust
In my tear ducts it will grow to spring
The moment that all things on earth are revived, I am the first to see
I bless thee with a smile and with both lips! God,
I wish I were Chinese!
I am Chinese
My great arm, like the Great Wall,
has not only drilled the drill rods of the oil extractors into the center of the earth, where it was predicted that no oil could be struck,
but also sent communication satellites up to the white clouds, where our ancestors had not been even in their dreams.
I wish I were Chinese!
When the five seas listen to the voice of the East,
I am proud to be Chinese.
I am Chinese
I am the heir to the murals of the Mogao Grottoes,
Let the fluttering murals live with us.
I am Flying,
Flying is us.
I am proud, I am a Chinese from the lofty plateau
I am a snow lotus on the iceberg
From the treasure island surrounded by turquoise waves
I am a milky swallow in the sea breeze
From the vast grassland
I am a young eagle soaring under the blue sky
From the loess slopes of the seven gorges and eight beams
From the loess slopes of the seven gorges and eight beams
From the loess slopes of the seven gorges and eight beams
I am an eagle flying under the blue sky
From the loess slopes of the seven gorges and eight beams <
I am the tender Shandandan by the Yellow River
Ah! The hope that grows in the land of God,
We are the youth of China!
The nine bends of the Yellow River have taught me not to turn back
The mangy Kunlun has taught me to stand on the ground and reach for the sky
The snowflakes of the north have taught me to be pure
The cotton pads of the south have taught me to be passionate
The hometown of the dragon, the cradle of the nation,
The beautiful mountains and rivers are our home.
To the strong and dignified square characters
To the heroic spirit of "Water Margin" and "Three Kingdoms"
To the song-like and picturesque Tang and Song lyrics
To the sound of the bells at Fengqiao and the smoke in the desert
To the song of my grandmother
To the sound of the bells at Fengqiao and the smoke in the desert
To learn to speak in my grandmother's songs
The stories of Nuwa and Dayu haunt my ears
To learn to walk in my grandfather's arms
The footprints of Dongzi and Leifeng lead me forward
The children of Yanhuang and the sons and daughters of China
Black eyes and yellow skin, unchanged in their countenance.
Duoyang in May, the heart with the dragon boat to catch up with the soul of the poem,
August Mid-Autumn Festival, through the bright full moon to send thoughts.
Ovoo, archery and wrestling, showing the toughness of the small herdsmen,
Holding a khata, singing and dancing, dedicating to the friend's good wishes.
The beauty of the Orient nourishes the descendants of the Dragon,
and the 5,000-year-old culture is rooted in our hearts.
We remember the virtues of Mother China,
not forgetting the thousands of disasters she has endured.
The Yellow River slenders could not pull the question mark-like body straight,
The ancient bricks of the Great Wall could not stop the shrapnel of foreign artillery.
Ah! It was the starry fire of July, the ships of the South China Sea,
that made the Oriental masters rise up from their nightmares.
The blood of the pioneers revived the frozen earth of a thousand years,
and only then did the divine state show its youthful smile.
"The story of spring" has been heard all over the country,
China! The new picture has been unfolded.
Today, history and the future will be welded by us,
The baton of the era depends on us,
Standing on the new starting line, we answered loudly:
Young people want to write a more brilliant Chinese poem
Not looking forward to the feet of the sun everywhere
Not fantasizing about the head of a bright sun
Not infatuated with the honeypot warm beds given by the father and brother
Not obsessed with the father and brother. not to forget the "most dangerous times" when the battle cry flies!
To be a ship to break the waves
To be a rocket to propel a spaceship
To be like a sword to cut off poverty
To connect the world with love
Listen to the reedsong and suona blowing together
Look at the swallows and the young eagles flying in tandem
The fifty-six flowers are opening up one after another
Decorating the great gardens of our motherland
To decorate our motherland with thousands of li
Make the spirits of our forefathers marvel with pride
Ah! This is my China!
This is the youth of China!
"O Motherland, My Dear Motherland"
I am the worn-out old waterwheel on your riverside
spinning a weary song for centuries
I am the smoky miner's lamp on your forehead
shining on you as you snailed and groped your way through history's tunnels
I am the parched ear of paddy rice; the disrepairing roadbed
the barge on the silty beach
To strangle the rope deep
into your shoulders
- O homeland!
I am the poverty
I am the sorrow
I am the hope of your grandfathers and grandmothers
The painful hope
The flower on the sleeve of the sky
that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years
- - O motherland
I am your new ideals
fresh from the cobwebs of myth
I am the germ of the ancient lotus under the blanket of snow
I am your smiling nest of tears
I am the freshly-painted, snow-white starting line
a scarlet dawn
that is erupting
-- O motherland
I am the flower that hasn't fallen to the ground for thousands of years.
-- O Motherland
I am one billionth of you
the sum of your 9.6 million squares
You feed
the confused me, the deep-thinking me, the seething me
with your bruised breasts
then from my flesh and blood
To obtain
your riches, your glory, your freedom
-- O motherland
my dear motherland
The winds of autumn
send curls of dark fragrance
The chrysanthemums of the frost
offer a season of fragrance
and kisses.
Kiss the setting sun
Love overflows into the tender eyes
Look at the peace of the four fields
Passion flies up to the verse [Short poems for National Day: Singing praises to the motherland, praising the motherland
Listening to the Yellow River gurgling
Laden with countless painful history
Watching the river sands sinking
How many memories are accumulated
The devastation is so great that it has become a major problem. The devastation
is your old face
Childhood hardships
left an indelible mark [National Day short poems: singing the praises of the motherland, praise the motherland
Winds, frosts, snow and rain
half a century of wrestling
Recent history
Footprints of 5,000 years of civilization
History's river
Rolling the river of history
This is the first time that I have seen the world's most famous woman, the first time that I have seen the world.
Rolling on the heroic waves of the past
The strings of time
Playing the melody of today's splendor
My motherland
The Yangtze River and the Yellow River traverse the mountains and rivers
The divine continent shows splendor everywhere
The brilliant journey
Like a golden lamp
The light illuminates the sails of the voyage
The glorious march
Lighting up the sails of the distant ships
We have a long history
A long way to go. p>
My Motherland
With a wise soul
You have led the universal masses
to blaze a broad path
To make the motherland flowery
To depict the splendor of the East
My Motherland
Floral motherland
From your spirit
From your blueprints
Read the burning soul
The hardships of pioneering a glorious tomorrow
My motherland
From the border to the coast
There is your enchanting beauty
I carry simple feelings
Send my deep feelings to the motherland
Wish the motherland to be more prosperous
My motherland
My motherlandMy motherland
My motherland
My motherland
My motherland
My motherlandMy motherland
My motherlandThe Yellow River, the Yangtze River, and the Great Wall
have forged the rivers and mountains of ancient times
Reform, openness, and development
Light up the world's vision
I'm proud of my country's splendor
My motherland
The dawn-like sun
With a strong faith
Turns the surging will
into eternal glory.
Creating a better tomorrow
The great motherland
The cradle of Oriental civilization
Like a Mercedes-Benz train
Greeting the dawning of the century
Taking up the burning faith
Running towards a more glorious future
My motherland,
My y in love with my motherland.
You are the rooster ----- waking up the silence of the dawn,
You are the dragon ----- rebuking the winds and clouds of the times,
You are the majestic lion ----- dancing the winds of the Divine Kingdom,
You are the origin of the human wisdom ----- igniting the starry flame of civilization.
You have a sacred name,
that is China!
That is China, O my motherland.
My y beloved motherland