Dear motherland:
Hello! I am imagining what you will be like in 2049. 36 years passed quickly. Have you lost your "modern" red makeup?
Looking back, 5,000 years of civilization has a long history, and the rocks of the four major civilizations can't hide your unruly ambitions. You destroyed everything, and the soldiers rolled into the temple in Asia Minor. I was dying, curled up in the corner, licking all the scars, but never gave up. Your character, so stubborn; Your soul, so hot, so hot, boils the whole body's blood, and gives us the power without regret.
1992 in the spring, an old man opened a brilliant chapter after your silence. Thus, you are like a quaint green front, with all the dust fading and sharp edges, and your sword fingers are boundless for nine days. That jaw-dropping "Shenzhen speed" shows your thick and aloof "backbone". Time flies, Wenchuan earthquake, Zhouqu mudslide, Ya 'an, where natural disasters continue, you show us the softness behind your strength. You call on your children deeply, touch their thin faces and tell them not to cry, and all the sufferings will eventually dissipate.
Slowly, we began to grow, and you also carried the banner of Socialism with Chinese characteristics, moving towards the highest goal of * * * and prosperity.
36 days and nights, ushered in the morning light of 2049, and then you, my dear motherland, I guess, you must be extremely prosperous.
I seem to see the bright five-star red flag flying at the top of the United nations building; A China man with black hair and yellow skin soars into space with the space station; Mechanically, China manufacturing has become China creation; In Nanhai Oilfield, China's fleet cruised in Dayan South.
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After returning, the begonia bloomed, and China's peerless fragrance was in the fragrant tea.
What touches the pulse of the motherland again is the winding of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, the green of the five mountains, the lonely smoke in the desert shooting the long moon, and the broken bridge of the West Lake locking Jiang Xue. The clear water is faint, and it will be seen again; The lush forest is more and more magnificent, like a paradise, which has solved the bitter fruit of yesterday's pollution.
As your child, in the name of youth, I solemnly promise you today, 20 13, that I will work hard, struggle and struggle again, only to realize your glory and prosperity in 2049, and only to show the glory and continuity of your life through the long sandstorm.