Bless you, my motherland.
My motherland, remember, sixty years ago, you stood up trembling in the stormy and riddled with holes. Tell the world with a powerful voice: I stand up! My motherland, over the past 60 years, you have experienced vicissitudes without losing your pride! The flood is merciless, she has ravaged you, the epidemic is stubborn, it has entangled you, the sandstorm is cold, it has hit you, and the snowstorm is indifferent.
It froze you, the earthquake was fierce, it destroyed you, and in the past years, the crisis has always been eyeing. Hold your head high, you carry everything! My motherland, you are a cactus in the desert. You absorb nutrients, strive for sunshine, overcome drought and barrenness, endure hardships, take root in the earth, live endlessly, and shelter peace in all directions with your thin body.
My motherland, through thick and thin, is as successful as jade, recalling the glorious past! Reform and opening up have opened up your future. You are striding forward, striding forward, self-reliance, self-improvement, from food and clothing to a well-off society. You showed the world the glory of Asia, and you showed the charm of China to people all over the world!
My motherland has been honed for 60 years, and the Xiangyun torch has made your centennial Olympic dream come true. The world cares about you, and the people embrace you! My motherland, you are my pride, I cheer for you. My motherland, looking forward to the future, the road ahead is still difficult, however, glory and dreams will always burn in our hearts! I deeply pray for you, my motherland, and wish you a pleasant journey.