My dear mother? Yellow River, Yangtze River and Song Dynasty for you? Pentium melody plays a celebration movement? Hold the giant's arm high? Establish the image of the forest of nations in the world. Golden rice and wheat? Knitting your gorgeous dress? Lead us through the storm? Sunshine smiles at you deeply? Melting ice and snow, surging spring tide? Singing with a pigeon whistle? Boil the child's heart and open the long scroll of memory? To the distance of time? About the deep picture of history? Have you ever felt a sense of national pride and glory? Have you ever been strong and brilliant? And shame and decline? Is it the belief that steel is intertwined? Heavy pain and anxiety? Leave a lot of scars in your heart? Give birth to the red blood of the eastern dawn? No matter how difficult and distant the journey is, we believe that the future will not be a dream. When the October sunshine illuminates China, the solemn declaration will spread all over the five continents. You inspired us to March all the way, sing and watch the story of spring in Dajiangdong to Langtaosha, and record the new era. The development of Gobi desert is in full swing. On the road of reform and opening up, you are full of energy and strut. We describe the grand plan for the new century, listen to your sonorous pace and see your majestic rise. That is the totem of China's revival. Go ahead, take off, my motherland and mine.
Please adopt it, thank you = =