A breezy autumn wind! Blow! Blow!
I want to praise the flowers of my motherland.
I want to praise my flowery motherland!
Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers,
Yellow in gold, white in jade, green in spring, purple in autumn,
... and blow everything away,
Blow colorful, filled the sky, spread all over the earth!
★ Poem 2 praising the motherland ★:
Motherland, my dear motherland.
I/am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus;
I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter;
I am a new/snow-white starting line;
Yes/crimson dawn
Be/spray;
-the motherland!
I'm one billionth of you,
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
You/with scarred breasts
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me;
Then/from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom;
-the motherland,
My dear/motherland!