"Motherland, my dear motherland" I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years, and I am a miner's lamp with black forehead.
I am a withered ear of rice, a broken roadbed, or a barge on a muddy beach, just like you are groping in the tunnel of history.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
Motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your grandparents.
Painful hope. It's between Tian Fei's sleeves.
Flowers that never fall in a thousand years, motherland, I am your brand-new ideal.
I just broke free from the spider web of myth. 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
homeland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your free motherland.
my dear motherland
Song of prison
The door where people come in and out is locked.
The dog crawled open.
A voice shouted: climb out and set you free!
I long for freedom, but I also know-
How can a person's body crawl out of a dog hole!
I can only look forward to that day
The underground fire is burning.
Burn this living coffin with me.
I deserve to live forever in fire and blood!
I love this land.
If I were a bird.
I should also sing with a hoarse voice.
The land hit by the storm
This river is always filled with our sadness and anger.
The angry wind blows endlessly.
And the tender dawn from the forest. ......
And then I died.
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ......