年少时,我曾经不止一次地想过,祖国,到底是什么?每当脑海划过这个词的时候,我的胸口总会涌起一股热血,心中波涛澎湃。只是两个字,就可以燃起激昂的火焰,更何况,祖国,是那长城顶上的烽烟堞口,是那大江截流的朗朗英姿,是那黄河岸边的秦砖汉瓦,是那岁月更迭的参天古柏,是那一次次屈辱、一次次抗争、一次次奋起的腥风血雨,也是那一次次改革、一次次蜕变、一次次崛起的国盛民安。祖国,就是我心中一首最美的赞歌。 When I was young, I once thought on more than one occasion, what is the motherland? In my heart, when my mind crossed the word, there was always a warm blood in my chest, and my heart was full of waves. Only two words, you can ignite the passionate flame, not to mention the motherland, is that the top of the Great Wall Feng mouth, is that Longjiang interception Lang Lang heroic, is that the Yellow River bank Qin brick Hanwa, is that time The ever-changing towering Gobo is a relentless campaign of humiliation and protest over time and again. It is also a relentless rejuvenation of the country that has witnessed repeated reforms and time-consuming changes. Motherland, is one of my heart the most beautiful hymn.