Of course I choose you-my motherland.
Choose your voice of wind and rain as your mother tongue.
Choose your natural form as the text.
Choose the color of your land.
Choose the bones of your five mountains
Choose your hard work as my pain.
Choose your happiness as my happiness.
Choose the cold weather where the cowherd and the weaver girl will always confront each other.
Choose Qu Zi's immortal farewell song.
Choose a five-stroke font for the computer.
It is difficult to choose to use a permanent bike.
Choose a poor but confident person
Choose a role that suffers but is broad-minded
Be a leaf on the ginkgo tree in China.
Enjoy the clouds in the green crown
Endure the drought, flood and thirst of packaging
Fluttering with gentle sadness.
Hanging deep love and loneliness.
Keep a green dream, pillow a mountain and a river.
The wind is my rain, my vicissitudes are mine.
May you and I choose not to regret each other.
Dear motherland
The last sentence is uncertain … I wonder if it is "I hope you and I don't regret our choice/dear motherland."