I stood on the high mountain and shouted
My dear motherland, where are you?
The mountains are majestic and choppy.
The majestic voice responded to me.
The motherland is in your heart and at your feet.
I stood on the high mountain and shouted:
My happiness, where are you?
Birds fly and the drizzle is silent.
The warm voice answered me.
Happiness is here, and happiness is in the motherland.
Whenever I feel weak.
I think of my motherland.
Deep in the forest and grassland
In the desert and snow-capped mountains
On the high mountains and plains
The great producer of * * *,
Lead us through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Lead us to create a better tomorrow!
I shouted on the high mountain: motherland, you are in my heart! !
what do you think? .