Motherland, I am proud of you, because I am the Chinese Qomolangma. Straight into the clouds is my high head. The nine bends of the Yellow River are endless, my boiling blood. The high gorges and flat lakes in southern Qilu are my thick ones. My body, the five mountains, and the mountains stand tall, which are my solid arms. Hundreds of years of artillery fire have awakened the sleeping Chinese people. Today, we shout loudly to the motherland with a fiery voice. I am proud of you!