Childhood, often crouching at the window, with a clumsy little finger pointing to every corner of the map, that was haunted by the azure sea of the country is my childhood yearning. I gently crossed an arc with my small hand and saw the reddish colored one spot, resembling a rooster. "That's ......" childish talk, but even my own mother had never known. "Child, that is our motherland, that is China. We are all Chinese." Mother said solemnly. All of a sudden, my heart was filled with sacredness, and admiration arose, ah, I am the children of Yanhuang who were born and raised on that piece of red-colored land. I was determined. Now that I have become a teenager, my understanding of Motherland has unconsciously become more and more profound. After many seasons of spring tide, summer shade, autumn harvest, winter maturity; through how many rapidly changing years of wind and clouds, we finally ushered in the 60 years of celebration. In the time of millions of years, looking back, only to understand, the predecessors walked the road is so long, through the wind and rain of the scrub, sudden challenges, the eyes only appeared between the colorful rainbow. Looking back, the captors, the old-timers are still fighting in the battle, they used the blood condensed into the immortal Great Wall, built a hard bridge; tears and sweat buried deep under the Yellow River. The dusk of the setting sun evoked their nostalgia for their loved ones, their sadness for reality, and their melancholy for the future. Perhaps the air of that year had long been condensed, but it became so suffocating. The war must go on. At the sight of that has been yellowed, after a thousand hardships, the old-timers throw their heads, sprinkle blood, defying their own rushed to the battlefield, my vision blurred for a long time, the old-timers with their hands to draw the future, created an incredible miracle. When the last shot was fired, China was victorious. The tears of joy mingled with the scene of people embracing each other y, making a beautiful and moving landscape. I recall that on October 1, sixty years ago, under the world's attention, the beloved Chairman Mao declared forcefully, "Comrades, the Chinese People's **** and State is established today!" Brightly colored five-star red flag fluttering in the air in Tiananmen Square, in the blue air rolled up a flame dance flying, that scene, although unfortunately not personally experienced, but that moment of the people's excitement I can vaguely feel. In the mother's thirtieth birthday, people ushered in the reform and opening up. China has long been erased thirty years ago the poverty, pathos and bleakness, and came to the warm spring breeze, brushed the face of the children of the Yellow Emperor, in the world, there are China's footsteps in the land, in the earth, China has become prosperous. China is growing up day by day. Today, thirty years later, China has a new group of people - that is us, the future backbone of the 90s. We are carrying a heavy burden on our shoulders, and people have solemnly entrusted us with the hope of our motherland. From the Young Pioneers to the **** Youth League, and later the Party Central Committee, we should be responsible for our motherland and mother every step forward. Last year, the motherland experienced a disaster, the yellow children and grandchildren of the concerted efforts to put themselves into the earthquake relief; last year, the motherland held the world's attention of the Olympic Games, Beijing will be shown to the world.
This year, is the motherland's 60th birthday, while Taiwan on the other side of the strait was hit by a typhoon, people on both sides of the strait that the blood is thicker than water affection heavy to the disaster, it is the strength of everyone to build a bridge of love. Next year, we will usher in another world event - the World Expo. And the whole world will be integrated into Shanghai, into China. Today, we are proud of the glory of China; tomorrow, China will be proud of us. The footsteps of the years never stop, the development of China is changing day by day. We are in the new era, in the flower age, living in a dream world, but that is not always belong to us, because it is not created by themselves, but the footprints left by our forefathers. With the most sincere hope given to us by the motherland, holding the blood-stained five-star red flag, holding a rock-solid faith, there is a golden wish ...... in the 60th Golden Autumn, release the dove of peace, interpretation of the hope of tomorrow.
Excerpted from Baidu.com, thank you.