每逢佳节（Every holiday season）.doc

每逢佳节（Every holiday season） Wang Wei Tang Yi in September 9th with the East brother of the poem, one thousand years popular, during the festive season, in the rural home, who is not in the heart to recite: All alone in a foreign land Every festival is twice as dear Distant brothers climb high place Once a cornel is few In fact, in an invigorating autumn climate scenery in the yellow leaves in eyeful mountains, drink chrysanthemum wine, with one of the brothers, and are more likely to remember all alone in a foreign land and Wang Wei, they stood on the hill overlooking the door there, will invariably as a memory of a foreign land, hate at this time, he also has, with everyone through this joy. I deeply know this feeling, because every national day, I will deeply think of our overseas relatives. In the autumn of cool wind and warm sun, I boarded the Tiananmen rostrum, head-on saw a long column band, white uniforms and golden instruments, flash in the sun, and a look of the grass, white a square like use a knife to cut out all kinds of military ranks behind them is neat, beautifully dressed like a large flower beds of the youth team, too far away to hear their laughter, but full of people like, you know they dont stop talking in joy...... All this, from two hours to let the gun, until the leaders of our great Chairman Mao and the country as well as distinguished guests on the rostrum of Tiananmen from east to west to our essential cap beckons now, my heart has been thinking about the many now in foreign countries I remember men and women, old and young face, looking at their cordial look on your face, listen to their conversation with your face, they come in from the window extended hot hand, they keep rolling in our car outside the high pitched singing of the song Ode to the motherland...... I think, at this time, in the whole earth, do not know there are tens of millions of heart, like a sunflower to Tiananmen, and the Tiananmen, the Tiananmen and the surrounding - it