Lions about language

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Lions about language. October 21 is a language holiday. Language is a tool that plays an important role in expressing human thoughts and feelings, communicating, transferring knowledge and preserving cultural heritage. Each language has its own grammatical system, lexis and phonetics, each of which reflects the history, customs and worldview of its people.

Learning and preserving languages ​​is not only a means of communication, but also means appreciating and developing the cultural heritage of mankind. Through language we learn from the past, communicate with the present, and plan for the future. The richness and diversity of language expands the thinking and creative possibilities of mankind.

In short, language is an integral part of human development, mutual understanding and preservation of culture. Thank you for the language.

Mother Tongue

Although I did not like those who were oppressed,
I didn't bother writing poetry.
I did not speak my own language,
When I remember, my heart is crushed,
Mother tongue, forgive me, mother tongue.

It was midnight when my mother hugged me and said,
I used to say that I had no freedom,
My wheat that suffocated the steamer,
My gold, my mines, my silks,
Mother tongue, forgive me, mother tongue.

For whom we were a Bedouin,
Uzbeks give blood to Uzbeks,
The Yassavis watched our blood,
The slice we found,
Mother tongue, forgive me, mother tongue.

Someone became a small nation, someone big,
Great Nation - Even without a Master,
We were on foot, we were on horseback,
When oppression passes, only oppression passes you,
Mother tongue, forgive me, mother tongue.

What silly poems to us without you,
They say that there is no language in this world,
Alishers, who gave your assessment,
My unquenchable flower in the net of my heart,
Mother tongue, forgive me, mother tongue.

At a glance, there are a thousand shades in each shevang
A thousand colors on every branch, on every fruit.
Qodiriylar, Cholponlar-u, Abdullolar,
The day of your return is the year I was born,
Mother tongue, O holy Mother tongue.

The value of language

Language is heroism, science and art,
Each word has a high meaning.
From the deepest part of the heart,
Break into the heart, mind, and soul.

In every sound, in every expression,
It seems that there is a world of wisdom.
Through language we store values,
We will update our country and history.

Its wealth, diversity,
A powerful weapon, the cause of peace.
Every word, every note,
Traces from heart to heart.

Mother Tongue

My tongue that entered my ear as God,
My language, which I learned as a ghazal.
You flourished and showed off your beauty,
My heart goes out to see your high growth.

Did you cry when you missed Babur Mirza?
Amir Temur, have you done your homework?
My mother tongue, my eternal tongue, my soul tongue,
My khan language, which has been alive for years.
Protecting you with sweet words,
I'm looking for the way to your treasure.
My mother tongue, my beautiful tongue, my soul tongue,
There is a secret in every blessing, my dear.

First Word

Language is the first word of man.
The door to a new world,
Knowing the world with these words,
Built new hopes and dreams.

A little imagination, a little love,
Understanding the meaning of each word.
We find in language that binds us,
Our hearts are filled with each other.

understand each other, love each other,
Communication is through language.
Hidden in every word, an infinite world,
A thousand emotions will be the event.

My Mother Tongue Will Not Die - Lions About Language.

The speaker said: "It is fate,
It is a global will.
Tongues disappear completely,
There will be one language left in the world. "

“O preacher, come down,

Where did this talk come from? ”
Navoi and Pushkin,
He got up from the grave.

Who is angry, Who is surprised,
The series that came out:
Dante, Schiller and Byron,
Ferdowsi, Balzac, Tagore.

"Stop preaching, brother,
What you said will not happen. "
All said fold:
"My mother tongue will not die."

- Hey, what kind of belief is this!

- In his hand is a cup of blessings,
About the beautiful Persian,
Rubaiyat said Khayyam.

Passionate, fiery,
Beranje asked:
"It's a French language."
A time to be lost!

In Neruda, Lorca stood,
Next to Cervantes:
- Who stabbed on purpose,
Mother tongue to life!

Fuzuli lit up: "Ozar,
The tongue does not wither like a flower.
All said fold:
"The mother can't speak."

As colorful as the rainbow,

Whether art, languages,
We have fought for centuries,
We have dreamed for thousands of years.

If it is worthless,
Tarawat in languages!
Lost this day, life,
Pleasure in the graves!

"Faust" roared,
"Khamsa" caught fire.
An echo around the world
It spread, the mountains rose.

It still sounds,
It will never happen.
The world says: Never,
My mother tongue will not die!

Language Management

Looking with your tongue,
Feelings in the heart are expressed.
The sadness, the joy of every word,
Traces left through your eyes.

Through languages, the world is opened to man,
Words express the secrets of the heart.
With the help of these words we understand each other,
We express longing, love, friendship.

World Languages

The diversity of world languages,
It introduces the people and unites them.
Each language has its own history, culture,
The color mosaic of a whole world.

Our dreams through language,
Proverbs, values ​​are shown.
The essence of each word is deep,
The languages ​​of the world connect us.

Mother Tongue

The word nightingale for thousands of years,
It does not change, the whole is always.
But the case of salinity tobacco,
Imitation of others is always.

Mother tongue, you go, of course,
I put a nightingale song in the poem.
The day you disappeared, no doubt,
I'll be a parrot too!

Mother Tongue - Lions About Language

How many worlds have come,
Life laughed, death cried.
You were sacrificed grandparents,
They're gone, you're left, slice.

Koshgari on your swing,
He sang the old song.
And to your carefree leaves,
Navoi gave his heart's blood.

When Babur was leaving Samarkand,
The sound of longing,
He took her from his homeland,
Turkish language, only you.

Mashrabmas, you were hanged,
Nadiramas, you are slaughtered,
Your tongue, O my tongue,
Your head is crooked, your eyes are carved.

But the hero killed by the enemy,
Revenge again as if resurrected,
You are eternal and eternally powerful,
Sound the earth to fill.

Giving life for the motherland,

Fire crossed, entered the river,
All the blood your children shed,
Shimirding to cocaine like you.

Mother tongue, long live,
If you go, I won't die either,
If I'm speechless, I'm like you, Oybek
I speak with my eyes.

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