Do you still remember the burned Yuanmingyuan? Broken memories. The wounds and land burned by the fire once condensed the temples of countless craftsmen and turned to ashes.
History will never be forgotten, even if the witness has been buried in loess and sealed in memory.
The future of a suffering nation will rise from the ruins. He is the Asian rooster who sings the white world, he is the majestic and awakened lion, he is the soaring Oriental Dragon, and he is the ambition of China for nine days! No matter what attitude you take, you are my hometown.
In the long history, there are thousands of stories about Qian Qian. Silence is mixed with noise, and vicissitudes are echoed with wandering. Both joy and pain remain in our blood and are engraved on our bones. They will be our driving force. "Tian Xingjian gentleman should strive for self-improvement; The terrain is rich, and the gentleman wants virtue. " Isn't this the most thought-provoking epigram left by our ancestors?
Great Wall, Yangtze River, Alishan, Sun Moon Lake. These names represent China and the mother who gave birth to me and raised me. Sooner or later, they will leave a colorful page in world history!
The gravel of history has accumulated on the shoulders of everyone in China, which has become the pride in our hearts. The notes of the national anthem will reverberate in the endless century to come!
You have experienced a muddy trek and the baptism of raindrops. After breaking the cold, you start sprouting and spinning from the deepest underground until you grow into a towering tree. Build a harbor for your millions of children in Qian Qian.
Do you remember? A disaster that upsets you. The earth collapsed, the houses collapsed, and the whole world trembled. I don't think we let you down. We survived that pain and started a new journey.
Look, you have so many scars. These medals of honor endowed by history are our pride and a symbol of our strength!
The dust of the years overflows from your forehead, the memory of the dust rises along your feet, the pounding of hooves beats in your pulse, the bonfire sways in your blood, the history written in blood, the vastness of 3 million square miles, condenses into the dignity and magnificence of your corner!
You have a gloomy face like the Loess Plateau, a tall and straight back like the Himalayas, a zigzag palm print like the Yellow River, a broad mind like the Tibetan grassland, the heroic spirit of galloping horses flying into the sky, and the winding patterns created by clouds in Dunhuang murals.
You are my mother-China!