I love my motherland and the natural scenery of my motherland.

I not only love the mountains, rivers and land of my motherland, even every plant, tree, flower, stone, brick and tile, I also feel kind and worthy of my nostalgia and caress.

Let’s not talk about the forests of Russia, the sea of ??England, the lakes of Finland, and the islands of Indonesia. China has its own magnificent natural scenery.

We have Mount Everest with thousands of years of snow on our head, the vast Loess Plateau, Xishuangbanna with dense grass and trees, the endless North China Plain, the Yellow River that flows thousands of miles, the mighty Yangtze River, and The primeval forests of the Xing'an Mountains, the coconut groves and blue seas of Hainan Island, the vast green pastures of the northwest provinces, and the countless rivers, lakes and swamps... The mountains and rivers of the motherland! There is no place that has not passed through the hands of laborers. In our business, which place has not shed the sweat of laborers and the blood of soldiers?

I love the land of our motherland! Strong winds have swept it, hail has struck it, frost has Snow has blocked it, fire has burned it, heavy rain has washed it, the cavalry of foreign slave owners have trampled on it, and imperialist artillery shells have bombarded it. However, despite these hardships, it still exists silently. As soon as spring comes, it wakes up again and confidently shows the scene of abundant business and thousands of flowers blooming.

This is the answer of the motherland to the workers. The bare mountains are dressed in dark green robes, the hills and mountains have turned into green stacks, and the valleys have turned into vast fields, covered with The green seedlings, the swamps turned into mirror-like lakes, the overlapping mountains represent bowing one's head and submission, and the irritable rivers also represent a willingness to run...

The mountains of our motherland are always affectionate to us. Every time we sang a song to them, they always responded with the same loud and enthusiastic response.

I love the working people of my motherland. They opened up the wilderness, planted food, and brought water from rivers or wells to nurture me.

I miss my mother. She fed me with her milk and she stroked my head with her big slaps. To this day, I can still feel the warmth of her arms on my body.

I love the culture of my motherland. Sometimes I read famous lines in Chinese poetry aloud, and feel the subtlest emotions in them, grasp the intriguing thoughts in them, imagine the beautiful scenes in them, feel the sonorous rhythm and melodious rhythms in them, and appreciate the charm behind the words. . When I read it proudly, I couldn't help but chant it over and over again, feeling relaxed and fascinated. When it touched the deep folds of my soul, I shed tears unconsciously.

I love the language of my motherland. Every word in it is closely connected with my life and jumps with the top of my heart.

From the simplest sentence, I can think of a long gallery of characters, a series of mountains, woods, cottages, fields, ponds, and lakes.

I have been away from my motherland for several years. In those days, I really couldn’t tell you how much I missed my motherland. This nostalgia is both pain and happiness. The pain is that I am far away from my comrades in the motherland and the mountains and rivers of the motherland; the happiness is that I have such a great motherland for me to miss.

The nature of the motherland often changes its costume. In spring, it wears a colorful dress; in summer, it wears green and light summer clothes; in autumn, it wears a solemn golden-red dress; in winter, it puts on a simple snow-white robe.

The changing seasons of nature promote the growth of new things.

This is the news of spring: look! Some green color is showing slightly on the branches, and the chirping of insects can be heard outside the window. I know that a new generation of insects is celebrating the joy of their new life in a language familiar to me.

In spring, I took advantage of the warm and humid breeze and went to the window to inquire about my health. "Thank you, lovely spring," I said.

The green spring grass is so soft, lush and full of vitality! Its green grass color stretches to the far end of the world that the footsteps of spring can reach...

Therefore, grass can arouse many associations and reveries in people more than flowers.

Prosperous flowers and trees cover the ancient tombs, and green moss covers the remaining bricks and tiles. There are changes in the world, but spring is always in a cycle.

On a summer morning, a rural girl walked barefoot and stepped on the crystal dew on the grass, walking to the silver stream and drawing a bucket full of water. The skylark sang in the sky, and the glow illuminated her bright red cheeks.

This is the beauty of a simple laborer!

It was cool in the middle of the night, and I had fallen asleep.

Suddenly I heard the moon knocking on my window, and quietly told me that your son was playing the accordion in the woods of the mountain village and having a Children's Day party with the rural children...

< p>In autumn, there are golden and red fruits and colorful yellow leaves everywhere. But it also makes people feel the tiredness of some trees due to excessive fertility.

On a clear autumn night, the feathery clouds in the sky are like gauze, slowly being dragged across the Milky Way by the breeze. Countless particles of starlight in the Milky Way flicker on and off.

The close-up view of the human world makes people forget the vastness of the sky!

Can't snow lotuses bloom under the ice peaks and snow ridges? Look at it, it's better than the ripples. How about the water lilies on the spring water?

In the palace of flowers and trees, swarms of bees are buzzing.