Motherland, us,
Survived in your mind for 5 thousand years,
There is an unchanging Chinese soul in his bones.
Motherland, us,
Growing up on your shoulders for 5 thousand years,
Constant "diligence" is engraved in temperament.
When the bell of the new century rings,
The eyes of the whole world are watching you.
Our shoulders will support your hope for tomorrow;
Our hands will create your future glory.
Motherland, we will let you
Always stand in the east of the world!
national flag
Up, up, up to the height of attention.
Although there are no stormy waves, there is an overwhelming momentum in the ups and downs, and there is a thunderous force stirring.
It has risen, and everything is intoxicated at this height!
What a bright red height, dignity dominates China from here, and the sun is accompanied by brilliance. ...
What a strong cohesion, self-confidence. From the light of the five-pointed star to the laughing scenery, everything grows in passion and self-confidence is getting stronger and stronger. ...
What a heroic feeling, expecting to breed beauty from this romance. The descendants of the dragon are standing and watching, expecting to be more and more tenacious. ...
It's rising, rising, rising the amazing eyes of the world.
This bright five-star red flag has been flying for half a century, showing the elegance of China!
Facing the national flag and the mountains, stand up; Water, living; Oh, my God, open it wider!
Facing the national flag, every life is solemn and sacred, extending along the road under the national flag.
Flying national flag, you are my sleepless emotion. ...
October of the motherland
Motherland! This poetic name
It permeates your every season.
That's a white dove under the blue sky.
Wake up on the first morning in October.
Ah! Motherland, I have loved you for too long. ...
October! my motherland
Please give me a flashlight.
I follow in your footsteps.
Let every dream flow with sweetness.
Let all sounds be covered with golden notes.
The day I approached you-
Please fill the sky with rosy clouds for me.
I want to inject eternal vitality into your growing troubles.
The first October is always full of echoes, like tears falling from flowers.
* * * The voice of America walks through your heart.
Extend to the most passionate melody
In my heart, you are more than just a green island to rest on.
You are my red cloud, rising with the beat.
Whether it's mountains, valleys, fields, trails or the sea.
Numerous failures and successes have enriched October.
Ah! homeland ...
Who is wearing the crown of October?
The first morning in October is in front of Tiananmen Square.
I feel the aftertaste of sweet-scented osmanthus and the sound of bumper harvest drums.
I recall the historical sound carved on white marble.
My mind has changed.
Flying clouds
vast territory of the motherland
How can I not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? !
The rising October has been contested in Qian Fan.
And my singing, my motherland.
Become a flock of flying white doves
Full of vibration
shake ...
Motherland, my dear motherland.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland