Motherland, take off

Dear motherland:

Hello!

"...this is a beautiful motherland, a place where I grew up; in this vast land, there are bright scenery everywhere, there are peaceful sunshine everywhere..." A "My Motherland" has grown out of Chinese at home and abroad. The voice of the heart.

Along the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, drifting down, from the riverside of the "Kang Kandai" in the Book of Songs to the Chuhe boundary of the "Goldo Iron Horse" in "Historical Records"; "Water Sutra", to Sudongpo's "Da Jiangdong to go", I look at the motherland of the loess high slope; watch the fireworks, the thousands of sails competing, the hundreds of battles of the motherland; see the group boiling, the plains, the Yangtze River whip motherland.

I want to say that I don’t want to say that I have seen the weakness of the motherland. On the ruins of the Yuanmingyuan’s burning, I saw that the motherland is a pool of blood. On Deng Shichang’s brave “Zhiyuan Ship”, I saw the motherland as a group. fire. But my motherland did not sink. In the eastern part of Asia, with wide arms, I took up the mountains and seas, took the children of the Yellow Emperor in my arms, repaired the broken years with thatch and earth bricks, and fed the hungry life with wild vegetables and gruel. Mr. Zhongshan started planning the strategy of governing the country in the dark, Mao Zedong, supporting the flesh and bones of the nation in the barren land; Deng Xiaoping, magnifying the vicissitudes of the cousin, guiding the troubled motherland, magically walking from the storms of the century Over!

Along the Yellow River and the source of the Yangtze River, drift down, pass the Hukou, 闯 Guandong, walk the Three Gorges, and rush to the sea. In the Hexi Corridor and the North China Plain, I see the richness and vastness of the motherland. Seeing the transcendence of the motherland and the day and night, in the Yangtze River Delta and the Pearl River Delta, watching the prosperity and ambiguity of the motherland, watching the prosperity of the motherland, the neon lights flashing day and night, Can Ruo Yin...

Give me the motherland of my skin color, give me wisdom and courage to the motherland. Despite the eager eyes of the children in the countryside, although there are still laid-off women workers in towns and cities, I know that there are more waves of reforms, breaking through the old ideas, the shackles of the old system, and ushering in the new century. Awkward sunrise!

This is a new homeland. This is a rising motherland; it is a motherland. My words have become a history. I have a lot of words to form a galaxy, but the most eloquent one is to take off!

Second, sixth grade: blue rain