"I cannot be separated from my motherland for a moment, and wherever I go I leave a song of praise, I sing of every mountain, I sing of every river, smoke blowing, small villages, a rut on the road." Faye Wong sang with a spiritual voice, and the thousands of tender feelings for the motherland in everyone's heart were like a magnificent picture of the motherland, meticulously portrayed to each village, as well as the smell of fireworks in the village.
I think we were still barefoot children in the village, chasing chickens flying wildly, dogs barking, and the whole street was lively. The big scalper lying under the tree also raised its head curiously, opened its eyes like two large balls, and watched us gallop past it. When we got to school age, we carried a rag bag, took two and a half-cut pencils into the classroom, bumped into the serious-looking principal, gave us a good discipline lesson in the classroom, remembered only the last sentence, because the description was very sweet, so I did not forget, he said: "Your life now is as sweet as a honeypot." Be sure to study hard! "Honeypot? How sweet that must be!
At that time, the village was not large, but it changed quickly, the original old school was adobe, it rained in and out of the house, the teacher gave lectures in the rain curtain, and we stepped on the puddles in the house to listen to the lessons. Soon outside the village built a magnificent primary school, on the white and green walls, as well as the "ding-dong" class bell that resounded over the campus, in the middle of the campus is a large flower bed, full of bright moon flowers, in front of the flower bed is a high flagpole, that is also the first time in our lives to participate in the flag-raising ceremony, the red scarf on the chest reflects the childish face, we look at the five-star red flag slowly rising in the national anthem with admiring eyes, under the illumination of the morning sun, the campus flutters a striking Chinese red.
Since then, we have learned that there are farther places beyond the village, where there are majestic mountains, rushing rivers, and endless seas, which have a name for the motherland.
"My motherland and I are like the sea and the waves, the waves are the naked children of the sea, and the sea is the support of the waves." Our life is those undulating waves, running in the fields, growing up in the village, growing up into the appearance of a teenager, leaving hometown, and beginning the days of difficult study in other places, like duckweed who has no place to live, riding on the east wind of the college entrance examination, and finally the dust has settled.
Many years later, on the day of national day, I had the honor to come to Tiananmen Square to watch the flag-raising ceremony, the morning light sprinkled all over the eastern sky, the national flag guard walked out of the Tiananmen Tower in unison, the powerful voice cut through the quiet sky, in the majestic national anthem, waving the corner of the national flag upwards, in the moment, the bright five-star red flag fluttered in the wind, the oriental sun jumped out of the clouds, sprinkled ten thousand golden rays, standing under the national flag, we were all moved, pride spontaneously, "I and my motherland, can not be separated for a moment, Always give me the blue sea and clear waves. ”
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