Bedtime stories | my country

The home of the birds, in the tall trees.

The home of the little hedgehog, under thick blades of grass.

In the clear stream, there are small fish and small tadpoles home.

In the woods on a rainy day, the mushrooms held up small umbrellas and said:

"Come on, please come and play in our house!"

Everyone has their own warm home.

Everyone has their own mother of the motherland.

Motherland Mother,

It is the comfortable cradle after you are born.

It was the first lullaby you heard.

On the soft grass,

When you first learn to walk,

Hold up your little feet and footsteps,

It is our motherland mother.

People who have a motherland are happy and happy.

Your smile, your cry,

Your wish, your dream,

Will be respected and loved by the mother of the motherland.

It's like the tender grass in the spring,

Sprinkled with bright sunlight and dewdrops.

Motherland mother, it is when you go to school every day,

The paved path that I walked.

Motherland mother, when you raise your hand to answer a question in class,

The teacher gives you a smile and praise.

In the arms of the mother of the motherland,

Fifty-six peoples are like fifty-six petals.

We are all deeply in love with the mother of the motherland,

She has a resounding name, "China".

In the spring, the hard-working peasant uncle,

Toiling in the fields and orchards.

When it's harvest season,

The mother of the motherland will send it to them,

Golden ears of wheat and red plump apples...

When the uncle of the worker stands on a high scaffolding,

When building a building for the city,

The mother of the motherland will send the coolest wind,

Gently brush the sweat off their faces for them...

Like the golden sunlight above our heads,

will shine and warm each and every one of us;

Like the most precious water, air and food,

It is the need of each of us every day;

It is also the need of each of us every day.

When you write the first square word,

When you read aloud in beautiful Chinese,

When you put on a red scarf,

When you're helping someone weaker or older than you,

The mother of the motherland also stands behind you and looks at you,

Share your joy and happiness.

No one should bully others,

Even if you are that powerful.

No one wants to be bullied.

Even if he is so weak.

Whether you're a boy or a girl,

Everyone is the little angel of the mother of the motherland.

Every child,

We should all live happily, safely and happily.

When the child has a birthday,

Mom would prepare a sweet cake.

October 1 is the birthday of the mother of the motherland.

When you grow up day by day,

You will use your knowledge and strength,

To repay the mother's nurturing grace.

Diligent little bees, collecting pollen,

Brew sweet nectar for human beings;

Hard-working cows, eating grass,

Produce white milk to humans.

When you grow up, you will also use hard work,

Give more joy and happiness to the mother of the motherland.

Then

Your loved ones, friends and those in need,

Will get your care and help.

Every child grows up,

I will also travel in the beautiful land of my motherland.

The majestic Great Wall, the mighty Yellow River, the rolling Yangtze River,

And those beautiful mountains, hills, plains, basins...

It's all ours!

Our motherland is the world

The most beautiful and vast home.