2024 New Year Poetry Gala Outstanding Works Exhibition
Teacher group No. 16 guest read you
Author: Hengwen.
If we cruise the galaxy in the far reaches of space.
If we sit on top of the moon and look at the view of the universe.
We point to the lands and seas of the earth.
Behold, the most beautiful place in the land.
It's our China.
Our China has Kunlun Taishan.
Our China has the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
There are 56 ethnic groups in our China.
Our China is full of vigor and vigor in the East.
Our China.
There are 5,000 years of time going up and down.
Every mountain range and river.
All have mythical legends.
Our China.
There are so many touching stories.
Every steppe forest, Gobi desert and desert.
All echo with the ode of ancestral heroes.
We look at China in the sky.
The Great Wall is like a mother's ribbon.
The red plum snow flies in the north.
The tea plantations of southern Xinjiang are in spring.
When we bask in the warm sun.
The rooster sings the world white, on that wonderful territory.
Rising reddish-orange gold in the glow.
Once upon a time, our China was gray.
The scourge of poverty and war.
Like a butcher's knife savagely dividing the earth.
The skin of a mother who gradually plumps up for a hundred generations.
Subjected to the wanton trampling and frenzied plundering of the invaders.
Treasures were looted and villages burned.
The city became a prison, imprisoning the dove of peace of the ceremonial state.
Later, our China was red.
A century of struggle and sacrifice has awakened the silent China.
That year, the lion roared in the rain of bullets and bullets of the volunteers.
That year, the dragon paraded the splendid mountains and rivers in the salute of the founding ceremony.
Now, our China is green.
Boundless fields and vast grasslands.
A turquoise silk carpet spreads across the plateau desert.
Tranquil forests, clear rivers, vast oceans.
Cities are shining gems.
The countryside is a glittering pearl.
Our hometown is built on this amorous land.
We reclaim the fertile black soil of the Northeast.
Guarding the snow-capped mountains and glaciers of the Himalayas.
When the wind of time blows away the morning bells and dusk drums of the ancient capital.
The lights of Chang'an Avenue are like the Milky Way falling from the sky.
In the past, our China was cold.
Internal and external troubles have brought poverty and hunger.
The "three mountains" that weigh on the people's backs
The blood-eating demon incarnated by the invader.
It is a nightmare for hundreds of millions of people.
It is the heavy shackles that hold our destiny in check.
Now our China is warm.
The mountains and rivers are unharmed and blooming with spring flowers.
From "Long live the people" to "people first".
A hundred years of struggle, a hundred years of legends, a hundred years of odes.
We are working hard for great causes under the banner of faith.
We are forging ahead on the road of light.
Our China is serious and serious.
We use our hard-working hands and great enthusiasm.
On the grand plan of construction and development.
Playing the triumphant song of victory in the new era.
We are horses of the times.
We have embarked on the train of reform and opening up.
We raised the red battle flag.
We're all working hard.
Our China is happy and happy.
Reform and opening up have changed our lives.
Spacecraft, aircraft carriers, Beidou satellites, high-speed rail shuttles.
Our China is painting the China of the future at the speed of China.
Our China is making great strides into the future.
How majestic the posture is.
The country is delicate and the sun is shining.
Our China.
It is a great motherland that we love so much.