We love you, China
When the bright sun jumps out of the blue waves of the East China Sea,
The Pamirs are still full of stars.
When the northland was still a world wrapped in silver,
Southern Xinjiang has long been permeated with rich spring scenery.
Ah, we love you, China!
We love you-the beauty of Guilin's landscape,
The heavy makeup of Hangzhou West Lake is light;
Huangshan Mountain and Lushan Mountain are shrouded in mist.
The magnificence of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
We love you-
The fragrance of Longjing tea,
The mellow beauty of Moutai;
Jiangnan silk is bright and beautiful,
Exquisite craftsmanship of Jingdezhen ceramics.
We love you-
The moonlight in front of Dai bamboo building is like water.
The towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world;
Grapes in Turpan, melons in Hami,
Sheep on the grassland, camels on the Gobi desert.
We love you-
Ancient songs played by chimes during the Warring States Period,
A new song written by the reform and opening up.
The surging spring tide in Wan Li, China,
The fire of hope lit by the motherland.
We love you-
History of struggle writing,
Fruit irrigated by sweat,
Magnificent pine trees and noble plum blossoms.
Broad-minded and great spirit.
We are proud, we are proud,
We work hard, we explore,
You are a strong man in the forest of nations in the world.
We love you, China!
Motherland, my dear motherland.
Shu Ting
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
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.
It's spraying.
-Motherland
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
I love this land.
Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
Then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
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