Where there is my homeland poetry urgently needed

Qiao Yu's lyrics Liu Chiqu.

A large river with wide waves.

The wind blows the rice and flowers on both sides.

My family lives right on the shore.

I'm used to hearing the captain's horn.

I'm used to seeing the white sails on the ship.

The girl is like a flower.

How broad-minded the young man is.

In order to break new ground.

Awakens the sleeping mountains.

Let the river change its appearance.

This is the beautiful motherland.

It's where I grew up.

In this vast land.

There are bright scenery everywhere.

Good mountains, good water, good place.

All roads are wide.

Friends came and had good wine.

If the jackal comes.

It was greeted with a shotgun.

This is the homeland of heroes.

It's where I grew up.

In this ancient land.

There is the power of youth everywhere.

Good mountains, good water, good place.

All roads are wide.

Friends came and had good wine.

If the jackal comes.

It was greeted with a shotgun.

This is the Motherland of the Strong.

It's where I grew up.

In this warm land.

There was a bright sun everywhere.

What is it for, what type do you want, do you want me to help you write it? Hehe.

My motherland, my ancestors whom I love deeply.

du country. You are holding your head high

The rooster --- awaken the dawn of silence, you are the dragon soaring into the sky--- the wind and clouds of the era in the country, you are the majestic lion--- dancing the majestic wind of China, you are the origin of human wisdom --- ignite the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name, and that is China!

That's China, my motherland.

My beloved motherland.

I love my motherland deeply, my beating heart beats the pulse of 5,000 years, I love my motherland deeply, the surging blood rushes the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, I love my motherland deeply, the yellow ** is printed with the color left by my ancestors, and I love my motherland deeply.

My beloved motherland.

You are the rooster that roars high--- awakens the silence of dawn, you are the dragon soaring into the sky--- the storm of the times, you are the majestic lion --- dancing the majestic wind of China, you are the origin of human wisdom --- ignite the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name, and that is China!

That's China, my motherland.

My beloved motherland.

I love my motherland deeply, the beating heart beats the pulse of five thousand years, I love my motherland deeply, the surging blood rushes the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, I love my motherland deeply, the yellow ** is printed with the color left by the ancestors, I love my motherland deeply, the black eyes reveal a humble smile, I love my motherland deeply, the strong character stands up to the spirit of Mount Tai, I love my motherland deeply, and the vast sea is full of all my sustenance.

The heart is beating the pulse of 5,000 years, I love my motherland deeply, the surging blood is rushing the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, I love my motherland deeply, the yellow ** is printed with the color left by the ancestors, I love my motherland deeply, the black eyes reveal a humble smile, I love my motherland deeply, the strong character stands up to the spirit of Mount Tai, I love my motherland deeply, and the vast sea is full of all my sustenance.

Commemoration of the revolutionaries.

Throwing their heads and spilling their blood, there are thousands of revolutionary aspirants.

Climbing snow-capped mountains, crossing grasslands, thousands of miles of road is like a night.

After 70 years of wind and rain, the spark has ignited.

The pioneers have used their blood to put an end to the rampant aggression.

Listen to their language and fulfill their last wishes.

Without those revolutionary aspirants, how could there be such happiness today?

Yes! Everything is the blood of heroes!

The heart is far away.

Far away places are just around the corner.

I returned to the field with a hoe and groaned.

The sun and the moon are at ease.

I ran through the woods and listened.

The breeze and cicadas are singing far away.

I was drifting in traffic.

Everything is in my mind.

Four seasons change clothes for the motherland.

What does not change is what is in the heart.

That place. Flowers.

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