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If I were asked to sing a song, I would sing "I Love the Motherland".

If I had to paint a picture, I would paint "My Motherland".

If I had to write a poem, I would write "In Praise of the Motherland".

Right now, I'm writing poetry.

I want to sing the praises of the motherland and her beauty.

Because she treasures the Great Wall and the Qin Terracotta Army;

Because she is the mother of Suzhou, Hangzhou and Guilin;

Because she owns Xishuangbanna and Xisha Islands.

I want to sing the praises of the motherland and her strength.

Because we have fulfilled our aerospace dream;

Because our bid for the Olympics was successful;

Because we joined the WTO.

I want to sing the praises of the motherland and her soul.

Because she breastfed Lei Feng and Lai Ning;

Because she cultivated ***, ***;

Because she created Sima Qian and Xu Beihong.

Ah, Mother Motherland!

Thousands of rivers are your scattered hair, the mountains are your green blood, the water of Dongting Lake is your bright eyes, the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is your tough backbone, Beijing is your beating heart, the mountains and rivers of Guilin are the jade on your head, and the earth dotted with plum trees and peonies is your clothes.

I would like to be a poem, a painting, a song, and sing your praises forever:

My mother – the People's Republic of China.

Chinese dragon, take off, the 21st century is the stage for you to star!

Cheer for the take-off of the motherland.

It's October again, the motherland, our mother.

I have a thousand words to confide in you.

We are as deep as the sea, please confess to you.

There are too many psalms in praise of the Motherland.

There are too many songs to praise you.

Of course, compare you to a mother.

We are not the first and will not be the last.

Motherland We are the sons and daughters born of your suffering.

We grow in tribulations and thrive in storms.

It is you who give us confidence and strength.

In your scorching expectant gaze.

We hold up the blue sky with tenacity.

We dig for black treasures with faith.

When taunts and contempt drown in the boiling oil.

Motherland, we are your proudest sons and daughters.

Fifty years of vicissitudes of life witness.

Our 50 years of glory and glory.

Fifty years of ups and downs.

The movement of our 50 years of progress.

Fifty years of hard work.

It is the belief that all hot-blooded men will win.

History will not forget.

The hard years we've been through together.

Looking up at the mountains, we are eagles with wings spread.

Looking down on the plain, we are the agitated and rushing Yellow River.

When the rolling wheels run on the earth.

Motherland: We are the driving force for you to start.

We connect the motherland to the world.

Look at the wheels rolling forward in history and the world is evolving.

The motherland is advancing, please allow your sons and daughters to be proud of you.

I love this land.

If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat

This storm-stricken land, this river of grief that forever rags with us, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the ...... of the dawn that comes from the woods

Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much......

Ode to the Motherland Author; Huang Zude text; China has been poor and weak for a hundred years, and a thunderstorm has changed the sky. There are many bumps in the road to exploration, and I am deeply happy and cross a new era.

The title of the poem in praise of the motherland.

The motherland is the expectation of every Chinese person!

The motherland is the most beautiful melody in my heart!

Today we hold the torch of the relay, let us walk with you all the way in the future!

There is a short poem in the Chinese textbook of a Russian primary school, written by a poet in exile, very beautiful, very feeling, for you:

A rose is a flower, an oak is a tree, a deer is a beast, and a sparrow is a bird.

Russia is our homeland, and death is inevitable.

There are so many arrogant rivers and mountains:

The sea is proud, the waves are haosen, the mountains are proud, the clouds are light and the sky is high, the northern forest is green, and the southern wind and rain hit the plantains;

The ideal is proud, and the future is better;

Mother is proud!

The countryside is arrogant, and the spring is full of grass

The sky is more proud, and the construction is better

The white-haired old man cut off the saplings

The black-haired descendants, who succeeded in creating the Ming Dynasty;

My China is so proud! Stay young forever and never get old!

My China is so proud! Stay young forever and never get old!