A row of copper bells sounded, which sounded crisp. The left and right rhymes are from far to near, and the cross is as long as fifty or fifty-three. Colorful flowers bloom in the river and float to the surface of the Mekong River ripples. The sunny mountains and the coast echo each other, condensing a theme in the hearts of hundreds of millions of China people: the motherland! The voice of The Book of Songs Guan Ju: Qu Yuan's Ode to Orange, ancient poems, Yuefu poems and Sanqu poems; Journal of Peking University: Beijing Opera, Shaanxi Opera and Bangzi Drum Songs sing praises of your magnificent history and magnificent mountains and rivers. Is it a draw for Yue Fei to listen to Tianxiang's Elegy of Lu Xun? The voice "cries", the backbone of singing, and the indomitable spirit of Zhu Zhu Ziqing? ? "Return", sing your unyielding dignity, the bunch of wild flowers in the hands of sacred Qu Qiubai, the share of poor Fang Zhimin, the patch on Liu Zhidan's chest, the roots in Yang Jingyu's belly, the footprints left by Kong Fansen Snowfield under the light of the focal window cabin, your tenacity and tenacity, and your soul and spirit. Dear motherland, for the hand of Mulberry, gather roses and tea and weave lanterns with brocade; Shout the throat of the sea and shout the river, sing the golden season of the country, sing the national anthem and the five-star red flag flying in the golden morning, and sing the Millennium. During the day and at night, the vitality of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River is fierce, and the men Mount Tai, the Kunlun Mountain, the Wan Li Mountain and the rivers have a strong emotional influence. Walking distance from Tiananmen Square, Lei Feng, Xu Honggang, Li Xiangqun, the team walked. China Xiaotang people are the most elegant and beautiful. The blue sky, the earth and the Three Gorges Project are amazing. Dear motherland, the connotation and five thousand years' accumulation, the 53-year sublation and inheritance of the oriental giant Shenzhou spacecraft and space shuttle can be said to be "no! "When you say that you are the most popular collection and prosperity in the world, no matter how stormy it is, it is better than walking around. Peace and development are your aspirations! Rational and calm, open-minded and deep, quiet stride towards the dawn of the new century! In the east wind of the 16th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, the blow of the new generation of China leaders is to lead China countries to new glories in the future.
I love my motherland, and I love its natural beauty.
I not only love my motherland, but also the land I love, the mountains and rivers, the grass and trees, the flowers and stones, the bricks and tiles. I feel a warm feeling, which deserves my nostalgia and care.
Needless to say, the Russian forests, the British oceans, the lakes in Finland and the Indonesian archipelago have given China people their own magnificent natural barriers.
The price of Mount Everest is 1000 years, the vast Xishuangbanna, the vast Loess Plateau in the northern plain of China, the secret of Cao, the endless flowing Yangtze River and Yellow River, the virgin forest, the coconut blue sea, Hainan Island, green grasslands, swamps, rivers and mountains in vast expanse, and the endless mountains and rivers of the motherland! Isn't it through the workers, the soldiers who have no sweat flowing in their blood, and the work in their hands?
I love our motherland! Strong winds and hail beat, beat, frost and snow to prevent it from catching fire. The heavy rain washed away the imperialist shells of cavalry race. However, despite these difficulties, the "silent spring" also restored confidence and embodied Zheng's green enterprise landscape in Wan Chai.
This is the answer of the laborers of the motherland: bare mountains, dark green robes, hills turned into green valleys, vast rural areas piled up, lush green seedlings, swamps turned into mirror-like lakes, several peaks bowed down, and restless rivers also expressed their desire to run. ...
Shanju, we always love a song we sing, and they always respond as loudly and enthusiastically as they do.
I love the working people of my motherland. They explore the wilderness, grow food and choose to feed my rivers or wells when I grow up. BR/>； I miss my mother very much. She fed the milk. She stroked my head and gave me a big slap in the face. To this day, my body can still feel the temperature of her arm.
I like this culture. Sometimes, when I read those famous poems in my native China, I have a very subtle feeling. I am thinking about this wonderful idea, imagining beautiful pictures and feeling the charm of high notes, melodious and rhythm. When I was in the last grade, I was proud of reading. He thought I was fascinated by it. Every word touched my soul, and I was in tears, I think.
I love the language of my motherland. Every word of it, my life, my flesh and blood jump on it.
I can think of a long list of library characters, taking into account mountains, from the simplest words forest, cottage, field, pond and lake.
In those days, I have been far away from my motherland. I really can't tell miss nostalgia. Pain is pain and happiness. Comrade yuan's motherland, the mountains and rivers of the motherland; My happiness is that I missed such a great motherland.
The nature of the motherland often changes its clothes. In spring, it wears colorful red and gold dresses in autumn, winter and summer, and lush summer clothes. Its essence is a pure white robe.
The change of this season has promoted the growth of new things.
This is the news of spring: look! The branches were slightly blue, and when I saw the window, I began to hear insects chirping. I know the next generation of insects. In order to celebrate their new joy, I am very familiar with this language.
In spring, the temperature and humidity breeze of my health probe rides on the first window for consultation. "Thank you, lovely spring," I said.
The green spring grass is so soft and lush, full of vitality and vigor, and the footprints of spring extend to the distant horizon that can be reached. ......
Therefore, "Grass Flowers" caused a lot of speculation and reverie.
Prosperous flowers are in her grave, and green moss is covered with debris and garbage. The world is changing, and spring is always in an endless cycle.
On a sparkling summer morning, a rural girl, barefoot, stepped on a bucket of water in the dew galaxy on the grass. Larks are singing in the sky, her bright light and red cheeks.
What's wrong with that? The simple beauty of laborers.
In the middle, I fell asleep on a cool summer night.
The moon, suddenly hearing the sound of knocking at my window, quietly told me that your son is in the countryside, in a village full of scabies accordion forest, having a Children's Day party with the children.
In autumn, there are red fruits, golden flowers in Cui Jin and yellow leaves in South Korea everywhere, but some trees show a little too much feeling of fertility and fatigue.
In the clear autumn night, feathers are veiled like clouds in the sky, and the breeze slowly pulls up countless particles in Tianhe District of the city, such as bright stars.
Close your eyes and forget that the sky is infinite!
Can Xuefeng Snow Mountain produce Snow Lotus Coleman? What about the water lily on the spring caused by blue waves?
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Every night, the tree climbs to the far east, expecting the dawn. Sure enough, it will soon be rosy, and the sun will come out, making each other's treetops smile brightly and pleasantly.
Twilight staggered the vast vilen. He seemed drunk, slumped down and disappeared into the night. Tomorrow morning, he has disappeared, only to see the towering Xia Hong holding out the rising sun.
Some people think that sending autumn insects is the desolation of Twilight, while others think that orioles sing to increase singing and dancing.
Natural scenery and good people often have different reactions.
/Because of the different status and situation, you may see the shadow of the sun among the flowers. You cast a subtle shadow on the street. You are the best, but someone may have seen this model. Deep in the forest, it is a miracle to watch the sunrise shine.
Many of her famous scenic spots, but in my mind, it is still my hometown Qianxi Spring. The most impressive spring is like a smiling bridge with two holes expanding. Misty eyes, bridges running water, umbrella leaves from time to time, cotton blossoms, swallows in the rain, and a flute remains intermittently. ...
I was lying on the static side of the Yangtze River levee in Jiang Tao. Listening to the voice reminds me of Battle of Red Cliffs, Zhan Zi reminds me of Teacher Ji, and the heroic scene of Long Hair being captured by the military in Yuezhou. I remembered the battle of Tingsiqiao during the first revolutionary civil war. These figures come from the past and this new era, just like a factory chimney.
Facing the saints rolling along the Yangtze River, I remembered its development.
First, it is actually the ice rock of Ichiro dribbling in the snow-capped mountains, gradually dripping moss talc, and then jumping into the white waves and flowing into the ravine. After that, it gradually developed, sometimes wandering between pastures in Qingxichuan, and sometimes roaring. Yunfu City, the main waterfall, is sometimes as flat as a mirror, quietly reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and the lake sometimes flies fast and impetuous. A big river.
On weekends and holidays, I also go climbing with my friends.
We don't believe in "immortals" in misty mountains and "blacksmiths" in the depths of white clouds.
Their brains are resting, and we are going to climb mountains to strengthen our physique, enrich our knowledge and exercise our will.
When we climbed to the top of the mountain with great effort and looked back at the falcon flying under our feet around the winding path, he felt that he was shouting and whistling.
Climb several hills, see higher peaks, overlook the last peak, look around and see standing on the cliff, pine forest, towering cliffs and towering rock stations. The vast ocean? Cloud? Clouds, the sea, the gap under our feet, you can see the countryside and the road on the horizon. ...