A poem praising the great rivers and mountains of the motherland

China, my hardworking and brave mother, was awakened by a nightmare in the chaos of heaven and earth. Demons stretch out blood claws from every corner, spit out sharp teeth, and devour softness and sweetness. The dream like a round mirror platform is that you use fire to refine five-colored stones, fill caves with pebbles, wave long sleeves filled with the sea, and go to the Moon Palace, leaving a long-term yearning for the world. It took you too much courage to set foot on the tranquility of this hot land. You shed too many tears and even fell into too much unbearable pain. You held a torch lit by a ground fire, mastered the use of fire, and learned to plow and weave. From Youchao's family, Suiren's family ... to Shenlong's family, human food was created in the middle of nowhere, and the power in life hung up. At dusk, a little truth emerges from the wasteland. Since then, you have revealed a skull. In the whole world, it blew the breath of human ancestors. Now, the soles of Dayu's feet have been thoroughly cleaned up in the cracked soil layer in Longmen, Sichuan. China, my hard-working and brave mother, you have been coming all the time since ancient times. From Zhouyi, a well-polished business ding, we can see that the culture of the Chinese nation has blossomed 5000 years ago, and the square Chinese characters that fascinate the world culture are such a thought-provoking source of wisdom. Your descendants have erased too many memories of your various periods and can't bear the ups and downs of your journey. Suffering is engraved on the immortal bones and fire-refined vessels, with the sound of your chanting and the traces of your blood and tears. China, my hardworking and brave mother, you have gone too far, gone too far and experienced too much. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. You are searching up and down, thinking about three emperors and five emperors. From Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties, Qin and Han Dynasties to Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, you are the only post station in the world that is not fascinated by the scenery along the way. You are like a snow lotus growing on the top of a snow-capped mountain, looking up from the mountain, like a cold light flashing and full of sun and moon light, and you grow into a rock-like power. Tang Zong Song Zu, a generation of tianjiao, a roaring or galloping heroic war horse, once calmed the sandstorm war for you and defended the desert Yangguan for you several times. After several star moves, this vast territory began to mature. How many precious treasures of emperors are stored on the ground of more than 9.6 million square kilometers? These precious wealth will always belong to this land of the Chinese nation, China. My hardworking and brave mother, you are simply the embodiment of "greatness" and the summary of "magic" in the eyes of all colors in the world. Divination is the little trick of your four inventions to penetrate the universe. For you, it's just a small skill, a piece of cake, medical classics, acupuncture, qigong and martial arts. Can only be called a fitness trick. The Great Wall of Wan Li, a sea-land passage, is just for the convenience of stretching. Those blue-and-white porcelain that broke the eyes of western civilization are just their honorifics for you. China, my hardworking and brave mother, no matter how deep the dust and sand can hide your brilliant light, no matter how strong the city wall is, it can't match your treble. Gems that have been honed for thousands of years are emitting fragrant cakes. Agitation, a group of thieves and rats! The robber slept soundly, and the mouse got into your dim eyes. You worked hard for thousands of years, so you were robbed, just like this, just like this ... a soft cake, just like this, making both the mouse and the thief drool! Poor piece of fat in the Central Plains! Let the robber's hand reach across the Great Wall. They let out the plane and cut the beautiful sky into pieces! China, my hardworking and brave mother licked the face of the moon with a thief's tip, and the gloomy world was suddenly in a mess. The greedy robber showed a more ferocious wolf! The delicious thief's nose is getting longer! Mom, is your heart ... does it hurt you? In order to fill their greedy mouths, they flaunt their so-called world-famous saliva by any means, hoping to turn the world into a big biscuit ... The saliva of the evil wolf covets the greedy eyes on your chest, and exudes the shame of the blue fox on your civilization accumulated for 5,000 years. How can they see through the power that we can't estimate clearly? This large group of brothers and sisters have long been alert! China, my hardworking and brave mother, the evil wolf, bullied you to sleep and dared to offend you. Walking for thousands of years will really make you feel tired. Then, please have a rest. Things at home suddenly fell behind for a long time, and our children joined hands. Finally, with an iron will to win, the war was pinned on the aggressors. In the densely populated mountains and rivers of Cao Hui and Lan Zhi, a symbol of stability and stability is held high. 1August, 945, over Xiangxi, it should have been the moment when brothers and sisters joined hands to create a harmonious home. This painful storm has come to my mother again. China, when my hardworking and brave mother woke up, the rooster sang the world white, when her mother woke up, it was morning glow, and when her mother woke up, she was exhausted all her life. The mother who woke up after shaking the hair of the Yellow River took a look in the mirror of the Yangtze River. When sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, it is Gui Xiang who brings sorrow and rain ... Your scarred heart is still only in your ear, and there are constant noises. Your arrow of victory has been shot from the string of the "38th parallel". When the invaders fell, the people stood up. The arrow of victory shot out thousands of golden hopes. China, my hardworking and brave mother, some smelly flies want to get close to you! Hungry mosquitoes want to bite you! Admit it. My mother, she had a traumatic hospitalization. My mother, full of blood, is my mother removing carrion! That's my mother cleaning up blood and dirt! As children, how can we not feel this painful need in our hearts? How can you not feel excited inside? Simple and robust sunflowers always face the sun. Mushroom clouds fly from the ground to the sky. Satellites can be easily launched into the sky. Accurate positioning embodies your mother's tenacious perseverance and shrewd wisdom, which has made a thick history and felt your strong backbone. China, my hardworking and brave mother, who will set obstacles and traps on your way forward? Just a "Tangshan" trap, I gouged out hundreds of thousands of dollars of flesh and blood from you ... A great savior shining with the light of the moon and the light of the sun, not shining in the sky, but shining in the hearts of the people, bringing light, warmth and hope to the world as a singer of dawn, a revolutionary leader and a prime minister, and being shaped into a national monument of progress. A.D. 1976, shining with its own faint light in this harsh time and space with surging black tears. The dark and crowded heaven collected all smiles and tears. My mother, who turned into all the motivation, vows and even flames, deeply understood the whole process of that night. 1 1 China, my hardworking and brave mother, 1978. In that summer, the hot air in China scorched the nerves of China people, and the spirit of a famous nation stood in front of the monument to the people's heroes who were blown crazy in the wind. You stand in uniform in people's boiling eyes, dig out ice cubes from the bottom of the flame and refine pure water, so that everyone in China can feel that a fast and guaranteed plan is brewing at the bottom of the sea, forming the East, Red! A pair of giant hands drew a circle on the south coast of China. After the dormant thunder, a round of energetic singing rose from the Ran Ran at sea with boiling cheers. From then on, Chinese people's footsteps were as light as swallows, and the magnificent China Economic Symphony 12 played in the rhythm of the world. China, my hardworking and brave mother, you climbed all the way, and all the hardships were integrated into your body. A big day like snow has arrived. The closer we get, the closer we get to the new millennium, the new era, the love and happiness at the beginning of the new year. Drops of frankincense, separated children like dew and pearls, two flowers on the water side in the sun, fragrant petals of Hong Kong and Macao on page by page, accelerate, accelerate the happy wings of going home from one dream to another ... take off, take off, go to the moon to find relatives, one country, two systems, grand idea, world patent rice hybridization, masterpiece of the earth, hope of life, us, mother. For the glory of the new century, stick the mother's name, mother's touch and mother's flag on her forehead, on her face, on her chest and where every drop of blood has flowed all over her body. Even if there are residual thoughts, even if there is pain, we can't float out of our lofty sentiments. China, my hardworking and brave mother, when SARS, a crazy demon, was abused, you bravely stood on the brink of death and built a lofty wall for the people of China with your solid arms. What flashes from your tired eyes is no regrets. Sometimes you become an injured spring breeze, telling the heartbreaking pain, and sometimes you become a angels in white, selflessly rushing to the front. The children will give you a beautiful flower. Carnations picked on Mount Everest contain the spirit of love and show the belief of winning. Such a victory over Africa once again proves how beautiful and lofty feelings like the miracle of love can not be respected by the whole world. Q: An ancient poem. A: Li Qingzhao's "Summer quatrains": "Life is a hero, death is a ghost. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. " Fan Chengda's "State Bridge": "The north and south of the State Bridge are Tianjie, and the elders wait for the ride back year after year. He asked the messenger with tears: "When will the Sixth Army really come?" "Lin Sheng's" On Lin 'an Mansion "said:" When will the West Lake dance stop? Warm wind makes tourists drunk and makes Hangzhou Bianzhou. " Lu You's "Shizi": "When you die, you know that everything is empty, and you see Kyushu's sorrow. Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Nai Weng. " Random thoughts on Lu You's Autumn Night Out of the Hedge Gate: "The Wan Li River is crowded with people, and 5,000 people are still climbing skyscrapers. The tears of the adherents are all in the dust, and I hope that Julian Waghann will grow for another year. " Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Ocean: "After hard work, there are few stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a glowing heart. "

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