A modern poem about patriotic recitation, the name is my country

Motherland - a song in my heart.

Motherland, what an affectionate name!

Every time I think of it, I can't suppress the ups and downs of my mood, admiring your magnificence in 5,000 years, and feeling your fate in 100 years.

Motherland, what a splendid phrase!

Every time I think about it, I can't help but bend my eyebrows, and I bear the reputation of the state of etiquette, creating a surprise that attracts the attention of the world.

Motherland, what a warm belonging!

Every time I hear it, I feel proud, and I am deeply grateful for the feat of my ancestors in my heart, and I am determined to hold up the future 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!

Motherland, I am proud of you!

When the majestic Huabiao puts the upright body in the dawn, when the majestic Tiananmen Square ushers in the rising sun.

In the ears of history, there is the rumbling echo of the salute, the echo of the mountains and seas, which is the echo of the vicissitudes of China.

A giant overlooks the world, a loud voice, the whole world hears, the People's Republic of China was founded!

When the first five-star red flag was raised, the banner of victory fluttered in the wind in the bright sky, the people raised their heads, the whole world saw it, and the Chinese people stood up from then on!

The soul of the Chinese nation.

The landslide cracked, and the beautiful homes were razed to the ground in an instant, lightning and thunder roared, and the schools of hope were instantly turned into ruins.

The heart-wrenching cries of the children buried in the collapsed school building, and the frightened and helpless anticipation of those who have lost their homes standing in the wind and rain.

The blood of fellow citizens, the tears of their compatriots.

The motherland is trembling, and the hearts of the sons and daughters of China are trembling.

Wenchuan is a big **.

You have gathered the soul of the Chinese nation in an instant!

Railroad tracks were disrupted and landslides paralyzed roads.

However, the Prime Minister of the Republic rushed to the disaster area at the first opportunity, and the defenders of the Republic gathered from all sides to the epicenter.

Airplanes took off into the air, military vehicles roared by, assault boats braved the wind and waves, and the multi-faceted rescue of the people of the whole country by land, water and air touched the hearts of the people of the whole country.

The iron cavalry of the mechanized troops rolled forward unstoppably, and the fighters of the Airborne Forces forced their sail in the face of the storm.

Rescue supplies were urgently transported, and medical teams from all over the country traveled day and night.

Onward, towards the epicenter!

The big ** ruthlessly devoured the lives of tens of thousands of people, and the earthquake-resistant heroes recaptured them one by one from the Grim Reaper.

When the soldiers brought out the children who were crushed in the ruins one by one, when the angels in white successfully operated on the seriously injured victims, when the people who donated blood lined up in a long line, and when the people who donated money were endless, the republic wept and the sky wept.

Wenchuan is a big **.

Poor Jiaoxing Du Fu.

Turning over the hands to make clouds and hands rain, they are light and thin, so why count. You don't see Bao when you are poor, and this way is abandoned like dirt today.