Today is your birthday,
Your children bless you.
Sixty years ago,
You recovered from the war,
When you were born again,
Your children cheer for you.
Sixty years later,
You're glowing again,
Your children are proud of you.
Sixty years ago,
Your child is called "the sick man of East Asia"
Be bullied.
But 60 years later,
The Olympic flame was lit above the Bird's Nest.
Higher, faster, stronger,
No longer a dream.
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 freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland