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Chapter 11 Praise to My 1.4 Billion Sons and Daughters

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    ? Chapter 11 "Sing My 1.4 Billion Sons and Daughters"

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    For a mother, the most worrying thing is her children.

    Pregnancy in October is like walking on thin ice and being cautious; once the pain of childbirth penetrates into the bone marrow, it is close to death; the ups and downs of parenting are ups and downs, and toil Like a person drinking water, knowing the temperature and temperature, as a mother, pain and happiness.

    But I, am not an ordinary mother, I have too many, too many, too many children!  At least for now, I still have 1.4 billion children, 1.4 billion lingering under my knees, regardless of gender, age, or ethnicity, who always sing praises to me, always protect me, and always love me¡ªhundreds of millions of children!

    Longevity is by no means a joy in the world, because you will witness his birth, growth, aging, and death, one after another

    ?From the beginning of Yanhuang, I have raised countless children on my own.  I love them, they drink the clear stream of the Yangtze River and the water of the Yellow River, it is the mother who uses her own blood to nourish the children; I love them, they reclaim the wasteland and build settlements, it is the mother who uses her own skin to raise the children.

    But they often meet each other and kill each other because of differences, deviations, and disagreements.  Whenever I encounter such a situation, what should my mother do?  The palms of the hands and the backs of the hands are full of flesh. They are obviously a family, so why bother fighting openly and secretly and hysterically?

    In the end, I can only remain silent.

    I once saw with my own eyes: Chiyou was defeated by the Yanhuang alliance and fled to the mountains of southern Yunnan in a hurry.  It's a long way there, but the child will spend the rest of his life in peace, right?  Yes, there, a brand-new nation has emerged, the Miao nationality who can sing and dance, and is beautiful and moving.

    I have seen with my own eyes: the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States period, the vertical and horizontal alliances; the contention of a hundred schools of thought, the lobbying of all parties;  That's right, although Daqin has gold and iron horses and blood-stained rivers and mountains, isn't it a feat in the world to rule the world and take on a new look?  Afterwards, this "Seven Sons Controversy" did have an extremely profound impact on my mother

    As for the latter, the struggle among the children is still ebbing and flowing, and has never stopped.  The end of Qin Dynasty and the beginning of Han Dynasty, the competition between Chu and Han; the Wei and Jin Dynasties of the Three Kingdoms, the Southern and Northern Dynasties; the heroes of Sui and Tang Dynasties, Jingkang died; the Mongolian cavalry, the Zhu Dynasty;  I watched the change of "Xuanwumen", the intensification of the conflict between Hu and Han, and the precariousness of the mountains and rivers, but I could only keep silent.  Because no matter who you speak for, my child will always blame me, annoy me, and hate me!

    Isn't such a mother a failure?

    Xuan Ye, you once felt like a knife was piercing your heart for "nine sons seizing the heir"; Shimin, dreaming back at midnight, you once forced your father to kill your brother, and you secretly regret it.  Perhaps, Cao Zhi's child is right: "They were born from the same root, so why bother with each other?"

    No, it's not you who are wrong, isn't the child's fault the mother's fault?

    sorry¡­¡­

    And I seem to have suffered "punishment".  Since the signing of the "Nanjing Treaty", I have been sealed by fate to protect all my children's ability!  I became incomplete and thin, and lost Hong Kong, Taiwan, and the Northeast successively Heh, how can I protect my children when I am already disabled?  !

    No, don't use your strong ships and guns, your soldiers of tigers and wolves to wantonly hurt them!  !  !

    No¡ª¡ª

    However, what should have happened still happened.  From the artillery fire of "September 18" to the smoke of "Lugou Bridge"; from the atrocities of "Nanjing Massacre" to the barbaric acts of burning, killing and looting.  My children are crying tears of sorrow in the national crisis; my flesh and blood are struggling with the destruction of the country and family.  As for my mother, she has long been scarred, her life is hanging by a thread, and she is powerless.

    I was thinking, how long can I last?  Can I continue to raise my child?

    Children, mother, the limit is almost reached.

    Son, I'm sorry!

    However, I, who was in despair, was saved by my children!

    oh?  It turns out that my children have grown up.

    Just listening to "My Motherland and Me", it seems like a trickle, trickling into my limbs and bones, wetting my eyes and eyebrows

    "My motherland and I cannot be separated for a moment"?

    Children, mother, feel the same as you, and cannot be separated from you!

    "Wherever I go, I leave a song of praise"?

    Children, my mother behaves the same as you, and she is also singing the long songs of China's five thousand years for you from generation to generation, day and night!  Coax you to sleep peacefully and let your dreams be sweet.

    "I sing of every mountain, I sing of every river"?Children, my mother¡¯s singing voice is the same as yours, singing about your four great inventions, your unique ingenuity, and your unity. As a mother, I am proud and proud of your amazing feats, your high spirits and integrity!

    "Smoke from the kitchen, a small village, a rut on the road"?

    Children, my mother is just like your dreams. You are changing my appearance, making me more beautiful and rich, and I am also changing you so that you can live and work in peace and contentment in a paradise.  Just like people with small bridges and flowing water, sit and watch the sun rise and moon set, and listen to the flowers bloom and fall.

    "My dear motherland, I will always be close to your heart, and you will tell me with your mother's pulse"?

    Children, my mother wants to talk with you at night, make a pot of tea, play chess pieces, and look at the lanterns.  Listening to your legendary stories, sharing your great achievements, and resolving your worldly troubles, this is the duty of a mother!

    I am the sea, forgiving my child, even if he is capricious and mischievous.

    I am the wave, pushing my child, even if he is stupid.

    Fifty-six nationalities, 1.4 billion sons and daughters, from ancient times, the same root of water and milk; even if they are separated and reunited, they are connected by blood; look at the waves blooming, rolling up the blue waves and clear waves, that is the mother's love for you  Your blessing is the gentle smile I show to you at the vast border where the sea and the sky kiss each other.

    Children, I'm sorry, I always ask you to try your best to sing praises for me, such as "Oriental Lion" and all kinds of compliments, all of which are due to your hard work and hard work for me!  So, this time, it's my mother's turn to praise you and praise you!

    My name is China, I am a mother, my 1.4 billion sons and daughters, they are talented, they are unyielding, and they go forward bravely!

    That is my child - the great sons and daughters of China!

    September 14, 2019 (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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