The original text of Motherland, a love song that can t be sung .

Motherland, an endless love song" The original text is as follows:

I have wondered more than once, the motherland, what is it? I think, I think, whenever I think of the word "motherland", my heart will be filled with gentle waves, my eyes will flash with tears, and my veins will be full of blood and ......

What is the Motherland? It is a mountain, a sea, a forest, a meadow, a city, a village, a vast desert, a rolling hills ......

What is the Motherland? It is the smoke of cooking, the pigeon whistle, the dragon boat of the Dragon Boat Festival, the torch of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the babbling of a baby in the cradle, the passionate kiss of a lover behind a wooden fence, the pancake baked by a mother on a frying pan, and the ...... of his father's earnest advice when he travels far away

What is the Motherland? It is the thinking of Confucius, Laozi and Zhuangzi, the poems of Qu Yuan, Li Bai and Lu You, the prose of Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan and Su Shi, the words of Li Qingzhao and Xin Qiji, the paintings of Bada Shanren, Zheng Banqiao and Qi Baishi, and the calligraphy ...... of Mi Fu, Huanggu and Lin Sanzhi

What exactly is the Motherland? She was humiliated again and again, fought again and again, failed again and again, and rose up again and again; She is the gun in the hands of the soldiers, the blood on the necks of the heroes, the carnival after the victory, and the immortal chapters in the history books!

There are many wonderful places in the world. But is there any chlamydon where my mother gave birth to me? Are there any footprints that I have made the trek through? Are there people and things that I care about and cherish? No, since none of these are available, then, the Motherland is an irreplaceable place!

The motherland is an endless love song and an endless beautiful article. It is the place where our ancestors and our ancestors' ancestors thrived, and it is also the place where our children and grandchildren survived and developed.

I have wondered more than once, the motherland, what is it? I thought, I thought, every time I think of the word "motherland," my heart will be filled with gentle waves, my eyes will be filled with tears, and my veins will be filled with streams of blood ......

Is the motherland a celestial state? It is a mountain, a sea, a forest, a meadow, a village, a city, a vast desert, and a rolling hills.

What is the Motherland? It is the smoke of cooking, the pigeon whistle, the dragon boat of the Dragon Boat Festival, the torch of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the passionate kiss of the lover behind the wooden fence, the babbling call of the baby in the cradle, the pancake baked by the mother on the frying pan, and the earnest admonition of the father when he travels far away.

What is the Motherland? It is the thinking of Confucius, Lao Tzu and Zhuangzi, the poems of Qu Yuan, Li Bai and Lu You, the prose of Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan and Su Shi, the words of Li Yu, Li Qingzhao and Xin Qiji, the paintings of the Bada Shanren, Zheng Banqiao and Qi Baishi, the calligraphy of Mi Fu, the Yellow Valley and Lin Sanzhi, the creation of the wisest people in our ancestors, and the achievements of the masters whom I respect the most.

What is the Motherland? It is humiliation again and again, resistance again and again, defeat again and again, and rise up again and again. It is the gun in the hands of the soldiers, the blood on the necks of the warriors, the carnival after the victory, and the immortal chapter of the previous page in the history books.

There are many wonderful places in the world. But is there a Yellow Mountain? Is there a Yellow River?

Is there a Yangtze River? Is there a Great Wall? Did you have a mother who gave birth to me?

Are there any footprints that I have made the trek through? Are there those indescribable folk customs that my relatives and friends and I have become accustomed to? Is there a folk sound Huangmei Opera that I feel like I am humming as soon as I open my mouth?

No. Since none of these are available, then the motherland is an irreplaceable place.

The motherland is a love song that cannot be sung, and an inexhaustible beautiful article. It is the place where our ancestors and our ancestors' ancestors relied to reproduce and live, and it is also the place where our descendants and descendants of Lushou Town and their descendants depend for survival and development.

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This is a beautiful article circulating on the Internet, and the original source is the Three Academy.

The original text is as follows] Motherland, a love song that can't be sung.

Three Academy. I have wondered more than once, the motherland, what is it?

I think, I think.

Whenever I think of the word "motherland", I can always feel that it is everywhere, it contains all good things, and many imaginations about the past, present, and future gradually constitute the motherland in my heart.

What is the Motherland? It is the map of China drawn by mountains and seas, forests and meadows, villages and cities, endless deserts, and rolling hills;

It is the dragon boat of the Dragon Boat Festival, the torch of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner on Chinese New Year's Eve and the thick rural sound played by the rice balls of the Lantern Festival;

It is the cultural heritage composed of pre-Qin prose, Tang poetry and Song lyrics, Ming and Qing dynasties, and Chinese calligraphy;

And the painting boat in Nanhu, the gunfire in Nanchang, the meeting in Zunyi and the glorious hymn composed by the 25,000-mile Long March?

The Motherland has its past, its present, its future.

Today, as a middle school student, I want to shout even more: "Our motherland is now free and on the road to socialism!" ”

However, we must not forget the shame we have suffered, and we should move forward with all our might, even if it is difficult, there is a day of success, isn't there a lyric that says: "The sun is always after the wind and rain"?

There is no Fengqiao night berth, only straight sailing; There is no life station, only horses and whips.

Why do we say this, because the motherland is a love song that cannot be sung!

Lyrics: Qu Yuan.

Composer: Yin Qing.

Singing: Wang Lida.

I am a bud of your spring, I am a drop of water in your long river.

My dreams flew from your bosom and I was born to follow you.

My life is incomparably noble because of you, and my smile is infinitely bright because of you.

My long road is scattered all over your Chunhui, and how many brothers and sisters are walking together.

No matter how big the wind and rain is, it never stops.

Your mountains and rivers are all over the wilderness.

I don't know how many years have passed.

My life belongs to you.

I'll leave everything to you, and I have no regrets.

I am a bud of your spring, I am a drop of water in your long river.

My dreams flew from your bosom and I was born to follow you.

My life is incomparably noble because of you, and my smile is infinitely bright because of you.

My long road is scattered all over your Chunhui, and how many brothers and sisters are walking together.

No matter how big the wind and rain is, it never stops.

Your mountains and rivers are all over the wilderness.

I don't know how many years have passed.

My life belongs to you.

I'll leave everything to you, and I have no regrets.

I have no regrets.

My long road"Sprinkle"All over your Chunhui.

Love of the Motherland. Lyrics: Qu Yuan Composer: Yin Qing.

Singing: Wang Lida.

I am a bud of your spring.

I am a drop of water in your long river.

My dreams fly from your arms.

Born to follow you.

My life is incomparably noble because of you.

My smile is infinitely bright because of you.

My long road is scattered all over your spring.

How many brothers and sisters are walking together.

No matter how big the wind and rain is, it never stops.

Your mountains and rivers are all over the wilderness.

I don't know how many years have passed.

My life belongs to you.

I'll leave everything to you, and I have no regrets.

I am a bud of your spring.

I am a drop of water in your long river.

My dreams fly from your arms.

Born to follow you.

My life is incomparably noble because of you.

My smile is infinitely bright because of you.

My long road is scattered all over your spring.

How many brothers and sisters are walking together.

No matter how big the wind and rain is, it never stops.

Your mountains and rivers are all over the wilderness.

I don't know how many years have passed.

My life belongs to you.

I'll leave everything to you, and I have no regrets.

I have no regrets.