I once/more than once/thought, what is the motherland?
I think, think, every time I think of the word "motherland",
My heart/my heart/my heart/my eyes/my eyes/my eyes/my eyes/my tears.
In blood vessels/in feces/in blood/in blood. ...
What is the motherland? She is a mountain, a sea, a forest and a meadow.
This is a village, a city, a vast desert and rolling mountains.
What is the motherland? She is/cooking smoke, is/pigeon whistle, is/Dragon Boat Festival,
Yes/Mid-Autumn Festival torch, lovers behind wooden fence/passionate kiss,
This is the call of the baby in the cradle,
Yes/mom's pancakes are on the pot/baked, which is/dad's words when traveling far away.
What is the motherland? She is the embodiment of Confucius, Laozi and Zhuangzi.
Poems by Qu Yuan, Li Bai and Lu You,
Yes/Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan, Su Shi's prose, yes/Li Yu, Li Qingzhao, Xin Qiji's words,
Yes/paintings by Badashanren, Zheng Banqiao and Qi Baishi.
Yes/The calligraphy of Mi Fei, Huangshan and Lin Sanzhi.
This is the creation of the smartest person among our ancestors.
Yes/I respect most/the achievements of those masters.
What is the motherland? She was humiliated again and again, resisted again and again,
Time and again/failure, time and time again/rise. She is a gun in a soldier's hand.
The blood on the brave man's neck is/after victory/carnival, on the pages of history books/immortal/
Chapter. There are many beautiful places in the world. But is there Huangshan Mountain there? Is there a Yellow River?
Is there a Yangtze River? Is there a Great Wall? Did my mother have clothes when she gave birth to me?
Are there any footprints that I trudged step by step?
There are me and my relatives and friends/people who are used to it.
Hard to say/folk custom?
Is there a Huangmei opera with a local accent that makes me feel sad when I start humming?
No, since/there are none, then the motherland/is an irreplaceable/place.
Motherland, she is an endless song/love song, an endless article/beautiful article.
She is/the ancestor of our ancestors and ancestors/the place where they thrive.
It is also/our children and grandchildren/the place where we live and develop. I have thought more than once, what is the motherland?
I think, think-my dear motherland!