Алматы облысы, Сарқан қаласы
9 «А» сынып оқушысы Төлеген Асанәлі
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My Native Land
«What is my motherland?
You ask, I answer :
Please pathway land
Runs to meet you.
Then the wheat fields
From edge to edge
All this, my motherland
My native land!»
I live in the Republic of Kazakhstan. I believe that my Republic is the best! There have been the most beautiful and happiest years of my life. I never cease to be amazed at how nicely coexist in our country, people of different nationalities, speaking different languages and professing different religions. And what a beautiful nature of Kazakhstan! What enthusiastic, inexplicable feeling you experience looking at the vast steppes of our country. And when you suddenly wind blows, and you inhale the spirit of the wilderness, there is a desire to take the dashing horse and fly on it, as on the wings of the sun. This unique feeling of freedom is called. When you are free, you can breathe deeply, feel its power and strength of their country. This is another great value of our Motherland. If set ourselves the task to tell about all the traditions and customs of the Kazakh people, the words and not enough time to do it: I’m proud of my town.
It is so beautiful and great!
It has a lot of limitless steppes, high
Deep rivers and lakes.
Many people say that our country is rich enough. But that does not stop me from loving Kazakhstan. But I’m with them totally agree! The main wealth of our country — the land. The vast, vast expanses of fertile area previously unused land — this is our wealth.
I was born Sarkand in 2003 on August 17. Sarkand city is special and the most native for me. This is my small motherland. I live with my parents. It’s not the capital, but it is a wonderful place to live, because this is my homeland. I like to walk here, to admire the nature of this city. There are many beautiful cities and towns in the world. I would like to visit some of them, to see with my own eyes what I have read or heard about. But there is no place like home. I love my native city. There is nothing better and the most expensive in the world like Native Land. It gives us wings for flight, lights every our step. It is impossible to choose Native Land. It can be only loved or treated indifferently toо.
Patriotism is love of and devotion to one’s country. The word is derived from the Latin word for «father»; and it literally means love of the fatherland, or the land of one’s fathers. A true patriot is an unselfish lover of his country. His sincere desire is to serve its best interests in all ways possible to him.
World — is the most important and precious that we should make every effort to keep our Kazakhstan to our children loved it, loved it without the cloudy blue sky overhead, these golden steppe and voluntary wind.
That’s what my Kazakhstan: a peaceful, free, rich, multinational and independent.