Motherland, my dear motherland.
Dedicated to my dear motherland.
I don't know what my name is (below)
"Autumn wind blow gently! Blow! Blow!
I want to praise the flowers of my motherland.
I want to praise my flowery motherland!
Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers,
Yellow in gold, white in jade, green in spring, purple in autumn,
... and blow everything away,
Blow colorful, filled the sky, spread all over the earth!
"