The motherland thanks you! Thank you for giving me a golden life!
Yellow skin, black hair and black eyes.
Let China's blood flow on me!
The motherland thanks you! Thank you for giving me a beautiful environment!
Visit Huangshan Mountain, climb the Great Wall and cross the Three Gorges.
Let me wander freely in this green mountain and green water.
The motherland thanks you for teaching me profound knowledge!
Study astronomy, geography and history.
Let me roam freely in the ocean of knowledge!
Motherland, thank you for everything!
A thousand words can be summed up in one sentence:
Thank you, my motherland!
2. "I like it"
I like flowers in spring, which are bred from winter.
Born in spring, it releases a faint fragrance.
I like summer rain, which suddenly falls from the sky.
Hot summer brings coolness to people's hearts.
I like fragrant rice in autumn when I open my sleepy eyes.
Walking out of the door to breathe fresh air, the rich rice fragrance came to the nose.
I like the sunshine in winter, unfolding in the confused morning fog.
In the cold winter, it adds warmth and hope!
3. The first light rain
The first light rain in spring rustled in the green Woods.
I was walking alone in the Woods, and my ears were filled with many faint ones.
Mysterious and beautiful voice, emerald camphor leaves breathing gently.
Young bamboo shoots emerge silently, and countless mushrooms are like small white umbrellas.
Mother once told us that their names were swan mushrooms.
Larks jump like notes, jumping from branch to branch.
Their songs are sweet and charming, and the dew is shining and slipping quietly.
The faint mist is like soft white gauze, and the whole nature is like a piece of music.
The Woods in spring are the harp of life. They play wonderful music and poems.
Gently and gently hit my 14-year-old fantasy heart.
4. "I think"
I want to put my little hand on the peach branch.
With a bunch of buds, holding thousands of rays of sunshine.
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo.
I want to put my feet on the willow roots.
Reach out to the wet and soft land and absorb sweet nutrition.
A long, green tent.
I want to put my eyes on the kite.
Look how soft the white clouds are and how bright the sun is.
You see, you see, the blue sky is my classroom, and I want to put myself.
Spring is planted on the land, turning it into grass and green.
Turn into small flowers, bloom beautifully, turn into catkins and dandelions.
My biggest wish is to fly.
Fly far away, but fly far away.
I must discuss it with my parents. ...
5. Homesickness
Author: Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp.
I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm here and the bride is there.
Later, homesickness became a temporary grave.
I'm outside and my mother is inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait.
I am here and the mainland is there.
6. Homesickness
Author: Beijing Normal University
My homesickness is the string holding the kite.
The farther away from home, the longer I miss you.
Homesickness is the wine treasured in the heart.
The longer you leave your hometown, the more mellow it tastes.
My homesickness is a star hidden in the sky.
In the dead of night, they glow one after another. ...
My homesickness is the full moon over and over again.
My homesickness is a row of sailboats.
My homesickness is a continuous sea.
My homesickness is the distant shore.
Hometown is a magnet, and hometown is the placenta.
My homesickness is the child's expectation for milk.
That's a kind of anxiety that doesn't ask for anything in return, a kind of unswerving return and persistence to the heart!