Kneeling and begging Short essays and poems for young children or children singing praises to their

The five-star red flag fluttered in the wind, and the victory song was so loud. Every time I sing this song, I will slowly indulge in the lyrics, and my heart will be filled with pride in my motherland.

Poems to my mother.

Mother, for a long time.

I just want to write a poem for you.

But wrote several times.

Still not written.

Mother, this poem for you.

I don't know how to start.

I don't know how to end it.

I don't know what to write about.

It's like a harsh slap in the face of you as a child.

I don't know if it's time to be brave enough to accept it.

Or should you choose to escape.

Mother, I think of you again tonight.

I've decided to write a poem for you anyway.

Even if it's not well written.

Even if you are far away from home.

Never read ......

Mother, if you dream of a very small white boat in the mountain** construction, don't be surprised that he fell asleep for no reason.

This is your beloved daughter, with tears in her eyes, begging him to return with her love and sorrow.

I want to put little hands.

Resting on a peach tree branch.

With a bunch of buds, holding thousands of rays of sunshine, yo, yo-

Singing with a long voice.

I take the bright eyes of a child.

I thought you were a painting of nature.

Even if you use Maleonn's magic pen.

Still can't paint the style of the Yangtze River, the charm of the Yellow River.

O Motherland, Mother.

I take the innocence of the child with a heart.

Thank you I thought you were a heroic song.

Even though there is a lark's singing voice.

I still can't sing the height of your 9.6 million square territory of Mount Everest, Mother.

I only have a clumsy skinny pen.

In the day, it will be painted as much as it wants.

Trace your healthy blood-colored aura.

I only carry one kind of pigeon's whistle.

In dreams, it will also sing heartily.

Sing out the openness of my Shenzhou, the humility of China.

O Motherland, Mother.

This morning I am one of your trees on the edge of the Great Wall.

A thriving little tree.

In the Ming Dynasty, I am a row of your songs of the Yangtze River.

A sonorous drummer.

Red is the beating flame.

Yellow is full of hope.

The five-star red flag, you are the symbol of China, you are the witness of Chinese civilization.

You are pregnant with hope, joy, and the ideal ...... of the sons and daughters of ChinaYou symbolize peace and friendship, and symbolize China's prosperity.

Five-star red flag, I am proud of you!

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

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 hard backbone, Beijing is your beating heart, and the sons and daughters of China praise you!

October 1st of Golden Autumn.

Mother's birthday in the motherland.

I'm going to sing a song for you.

Sing your prosperous today.

Sing about your bright future.

I'm going to give you a bouquet of flowers.

Blessed chrysanthemum.

Offer a prosperous peony.

I'm going to do a dance for you.

Dance to the splendor of my life.

Dance out of the happiness of my childhood.

And then affectionately say to you: Happy birthday to the motherland.