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“我们都有一个家，名字叫中国，兄弟姐妹都很多，景色也不错。”“手牵着手，不分你我，昂首向前走，让世界知道我们都是中国人。”当我唱起这些歌的时候，我都会想起我小的时候。 "We all have a home called China. There are many brothers and sisters. The scenery is also good." "Hand in hand, no matter you or me, head up and walk forward to let the world know that we are all Chinese." When I sing these songs, I always think of my childhood. 小时候，我极想知道祖国究竟是个什么样子。父亲总是对我说：“去长城吧，站在长城上你就会知道了。”我疑惑地点点头。长城从此唤起我对我们民族、我们祖先、我们伟大祖国山河的一种庄严神圣的感情。 When I was a child, I was eager to know what the motherland looked like. My father always said to me, "go to the Great Wall, and you will know when you stand on it." I nodded doubtfully. Since then, the Great Wall has aroused my solemn and sacred feelings for our nation, our ancestors and the mountains and rivers of our great motherland. 记得前几天在网上通过某个网站看到了圆明园的残破石柱时，我心中发愤了，心里充满了很多疑问“为什么，为什么，为什么……”我心里默默地念着。 I remember that when I saw the broken stone pillars of Yuanmingyuan through a website on the Internet a few days ago, my heart was filled with many questions: "why, why, why..." I read it silently in my heart. | 
