国庆节,淳朴的小院,喜悦像词语堆积在枝头,一面高耸的国旗,灵魂的高处张扬着血脉。风在空中燃烧,燃烧成镰刀飞舞的姿势。古老的禾锄,像达芬奇的彩笔,在祖先骨肉凝成的画板上,描绘出一幅幅精美的画。天空是湛蓝的,河水是清澄的,大地上棉花是雪白的、水 National Day, simple small courtyard, joy like words stacked in the branches, a towering flag, the height of the soul of the publicity of blood. The wind is burning in the air, burning into a sickle flying position. The ancient Wo hoe, like Da Vinci’s colored pencils, depict a beautiful painting on the canvas of ancestral flesh and blood. The sky is blue, the river is clear, cotton on the earth is white, water