I would like to be a tree, as long as my mother is a bird, standing on my dense branches and leaves, nesting and singing.
I would like to be a stove and charred coal, burning heartily in the raging fire, as long as my mother is still a child and falls asleep quietly in my arms.
I would like to be a bud, as long as my mother is rain and dew, which moistens my heart sweetly.
I would like to be a flower, as long as my mother is sunshine and shines warmly on me.
I would like to be a lotus leaf, as long as my mother is a lotus leaf to shelter her from the wind and rain.
I would like to be the earth, as long as my mother is a maple and give birth to fertile land for her.
I would like to be a drop of water in the desert, as long as my mother is a cactus and enjoy the moisture I bring.
I would like to be a fallen leaf, as long as my mother is a broken tree and shed tears for me at the moment I fall down.
I would like to make an ointment, an empty box, and stay alone on the cold table, as long as my mother picks up a piece and sleeps well under my medicine.
I want to be a gardener. As long as my mother is a flower in the garden, let me take good care of her.
I would like to be a dandelion. As long as my motherland is a breeze that takes me everywhere and sows seeds, the leaves will return to the roots.
I want to be a bird. As long as my mother is the sky, let me fly freely in the air.
I am willing to be a person who goes home at night, as long as my mother is a street lamp to illuminate my way home.
I would like to be a street lamp and dedicate myself selflessly beside the ordinary road, as long as my mother is a passerby under the lamp and walks comfortably on the road under my light.
I want to be a fence. I've been through many battles, leaving traces of being bombed. As long as my motherland is not invaded, it can be peaceful and happy.
I would like to be a guard, a long March, stationed in the vast frontier and rugged mountain roads, as long as my motherland is stable, prosperous, peaceful and healthy.
I would like to be armor, as long as the motherland is a soldier, protect my body and resist the enemy's sword.
I am willing to be a martyr on the battlefield, as long as my motherland is a peaceful world and lives a glorious life brought by blood in peace.
I would like to be clay, as long as my motherland is a blooming white lotus, which can make me nourish her life.
I am willing to be the earth, bear the baptism of wind and rain, take root in plants and hold up all difficulties, as long as my motherland, on my body, raises a bright red flag and continues to prosper.
I would like to be a grass, as long as my motherland is a lush tree, let her shelter me from the wind and rain.
I would like to be a soldier and fight hard in the cruel battlefield. As long as my motherland is peaceful and brilliant, it will shine its own light to the world under my protection.