Chapter 1: To the Oak Tree
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off with your tall branches:
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like danger, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like halberds,
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they depend on each other all their lives,
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love, not only love your stalwart body,
I also love your stand, the land under your feet.
Chapter two: Aria.
My sadness is because of your shining.
Lift the faint nimbus.
On your chest
I became a singing iris.
The breeze you breathe blows me.
In the tinkling moonlight
Use your broad palm.
Cover me for the time being
Can I dream now?
snowfield
Big forest
Ancient wind chimes and leaning towers
Can I have a real Christmas tree?
Covered with skates.
Magic flute and fairy tale
Fireworks, fireworks
Show off happiness like a fountain
Can I run in the street with a smile?
Don't ask me.
Why do you turn your head slightly in your dreams?
pass
Like a cricket hiding in the corner
Sobbing quietly and stubbornly.
Let me have a quiet dream.
Don't leave me.
That short, short street
We've been walking for a long time.
Let me have a peaceful dream.
Leave me alone
Ignore the crow that can't get around.
As long as there are no clouds in your eyes
Let me have an absurd dream.
Don't laugh at me.
You walk into my lines every day.
Come back to me with a red face every night.
Let me have a crazy dream.
Forgive and tolerate my tyranny.
When I say
You are mine
You are mine
dear
Don't blame me. ...
I even long for it.
A thousand waves of enthusiasm
Drown you a million times
When we meet face to face.
Take a high-speed train to the moon, for example.
The world screamed back.
Time is spinning wildly.
Fall like an avalanche.
When we look at each other quietly
The soul is like a venue in an art exhibition.
A whirlpool and a sunshine whirlpool.
Attract us deeper.
quiet
Rich
Harmonious
done
Sitting hand in hand in the dark.
Listen to the voices of the old and the young.
Wear it in our hearts
Even if there is an emperor knocking at the door
You don't have to talk to me.
Even if there is an emperor knocking at the door
You don't have to talk to me.
Chapter III: Motherland, my dear motherland.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
You are scarred by * * *
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland