Great China, for five thousand years. The great Chinese nation, Orient Express, carries deafening drums from Qin Guan, John and Tang Jiangyuan. Bring the surging poetry of the Yangtze River Gorge out of Pinghu; Carrying the joy of1300 million people and the vision of the Chinese nation; Carrying the banner of reform and opening up and the call to keep pace with the times, it is flying forward at an alarming speed.
Loving an old friend from China, who was born and raised in Sri Lanka, is the common feeling of generations of China people. This feeling has given our nation great spiritual strength, endless creativity, love for freedom, tenacity and courage, and made our nation endure suffering. There is a motherland in your heart, so immerse its vastness, profundity and essence in a warm undercurrent. Why do I often cry? Why does my heart stir its sound like a wave? Because I love my great motherland.
Once upon a time, our motherland experienced many vicissitudes and hardships. She used to be a place where imperialism dumped opium, a battlefield where warlords scuffled, a casino where imperialism carved up the world, and an arena where aspirants seized power. Our mother was black and blue, covered with holes. Mountains and rivers are sobbing, Songtao is crying, every inch of land is branded with deep blood, and every face is covered with a haze of panic. China struggled under the dark clouds.
Shout, pride, loyalty, generous elegy. Motherland, the pain, bitterness, blood and tears, hopes, beliefs and struggles of generations are all condensed on you. How many people with lofty ideals fought to save the Chinese nation from falling, and how many heroes returned to the battlefield. It was the October Revolution and the South Lake Red Boat that brought the dawn of victory. It was the sickle axe and the Jinggangshan red flag that awakened the people; It was the solemn oath of political power in the barrel of a gun that ignited the spark of the China revolution; It is the grand strategy of "On protracted war", which has buried the arrogance of foreign aggression; It was a million lions who crossed the river and destroyed the Chiang dynasty. With the sound of Tiananmen Gate, the people of China straightened up and stood up. The Chinese nation is like a bright pearl.
Looking back, we are ambitious; Looking ahead, we are full of lofty sentiments. How can we not cheer when the old man Samaranch whispers "Beijing"? When Yu Genwei kicked China into the World Cup for the first time, how could we not party? After decades of expectation and suffering, when we were disheartened, it was the motherland that activated our hearts with a broad mind. How can we not be proud of the successful conclusion of the APEC meeting? Once people's livelihood was depressed, once wars broke out, and once the sick man of East Asia was gone. Now this hot land has been turned upside down, generous donations, dragon and tiger jumped to the top. No one can forget that in 2003, people's faces withered with a fresh smile. When SARS hit China, people heard the voice of "unite to defeat SARS". Hundreds of millions of people are heart-to-heart, and * * * binds the dragon of SARS, welcoming another clear water Haiyan …
In its heyday, waves of unrest rose again. Looking back on the past 55 years, the great motherland has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the vicissitudes have left traces, and the prosperity is booming. With the motherland in mind and the world in mind, how prosperous our motherland is. There are always tears in my eyes, and I silently wish: long live the motherland!
Motherland, my dear motherland.
Motherland, my dear motherland, my striding steps are the pulse in your chest, my dear motherland, my enthusiasm is the blood flowing in your body. I would like to be a cloud in the sky, flying freely in your vast land and flying happily over boundless waves, from Mohe snowfield in the far north to islands in the south, from the rising red sun on the Wusuli River to the constellation of the motherland shining on the Pamirs. My dear motherland, I have traveled to every corner of you. I stopped at Mount Everest to see the majestic spirit of the snow-capped mountains. In the middle are endless waves of three rivers and five rivers. I fluttered on the Yellow River, listening to the song of the river rushing into the sea. Its two sides nourish the eternal soul of the Chinese nation. My dear motherland, I love your culture accumulated for thousands of years. I love your charming mountains and rivers. I love your profoundness. My dear motherland, you in my heart forever.
Air Mata Iboe
I always thought my mother was a very strong and capable woman. I admire her arrogant and strong character that blood is thicker than water. After 19 years of wind and rain, I have encountered so many ups and downs of my life. When I feel extremely painful and helpless, I have never seen my mother cry or even sob! Young and ignorant, I thought, is my mother heartless? Is she really not afraid and helpless about the hardships of life? I don't understand, but I like her slight frown and determined eyes. She doesn't have a charming face full of tears, but her courage and calmness impressed me deeply.
However, I came to this foreign land not long ago, when I was far from home; When I feel scared and helpless about everything strange around me; When I am full of sadness and attachment, but I have to smile and wave goodbye to my mother; I know it, but I can't believe it. I saw my mother's tears-slipping quietly from her face engraved with the hardships of the years. It turned out that my mother would cry, too, but the tears could not help, and my heart ached faintly. I don't want this parting to be full of sadness, I don't want my mother to feel uneasy, and I don't want myself to look fragile in the eyes of passers-by who pass by in a hurry-because I admire my mother's strength too much! Although she is in tears like a weak little girl today, no matter how reluctant she is, all this will lose its effectiveness in an instant. My mother's stalwart figure trembled in my hazy tears, and I couldn't hear her sobbing instructions and exhortations clearly. Only the cold and stinging pain left by tears across my face shocked my heart. ...
At that moment, time stopped. In all the coolness that froze the campus greenery, I have to admit that I am far less strong and even sentimental than my mother. I will cry for the twists and turns and tragic life experiences of the characters in a novel or movie, and I will also cry for the twists and turns I have encountered in my life, but only then did I really realize the true meaning of "moving", which does not need gorgeous decoration and shocking scenes. Once so small, so cautious, so light, for me, even limited to a mother's tears! This tear, ordinary and precious, is a sincere and simple expression of mother-daughter affection; This tear, small and noble, is the only soft soil in my mother's heart-this soil has been trying to feed my tender seedlings for more than ten years. Day by day, I grow up and my mother is old. Perhaps this is a reincarnation and replacement of life, but in my opinion, this exchange is extremely unequal, because I consciously owe my mother too much, those meticulous care and care, those considerate and considerate. Because there is no self-confidence, I can only engrave too much love in my heart and feel it silently. In addition, I may cry like this when I am about to leave my mother's warm wings, or look at my mother's tears just for me. However, apart from these, I can't seem to return anything for this touch, even if there is, it is so insignificant by comparison!
But I know that my mother's tears not only care about and give up, but also have deep expectations and blessings for me, which may be the only thing I can repay. So, when I dry the tears left in the corner of my eyes and look at my mother's distant back, I secretly say in my heart that my mother has given me a pair of plump wings, and I will learn to fly here. I will personally take her with me one day in the future, the beautiful blue that is within reach!