My motherland in my heart
My motherland,
Like a giant,
It's tall and majestic,
Overlooking the history of wind and rain,
Its solid back,
Whether it's windy or rainy,
Still taking your time,
Withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.
My motherland,
Like a mother,
So kind,
Gave birth to thousands of descendants of the Chinese people,
No matter how difficult it is,
She (ta) uses her (ta) arm,
Protect 56 Chinese nations,
Reproduction.
My motherland,
Like a beautiful picture,
Vast territory and rich resources,
Beautiful scenery (plum),
The desert accepts the sunset,
Full moon and drunken lotus,
How many splendid civilizations are still shining on the vast land.
My motherland,
Like a book,
Record the brilliance of oriental charm,
Inheriting the romantic style of (Zhejiang) humanistic customs,
The legend of (philosophy) beauty (plum) that has been passed down through the ages is being sung.
This is my motherland,
My dear motherland,
I like your long and splendid history,
I like the flowers on every inch of your land,
I love your magnificent rivers and mountains,
I love your people's tenacity and persistence (zhe).
Motherland, motherland,
My motherland,
You are always full of hope.
You are always full of vigor and vitality!
2.
Sing for the motherland
Hu feng
In the dark, under pressure, in insult.
Groaning and struggling in pain
This is my motherland.
Is my suffering motherland!
In the motherland
Suffering from spasms at the bottom of the face
And shortness of breath.
And the vast night in Asia,
Like trees in a storm.
We have grown up.
For tomorrow
In order to get rid of the pain and insult the bottom load
Chaoyang-like
Like green grass
Life will laugh.
homeland
Your child
Sing on your earth
Fight on your land.
Wyndell dichinson is above your land.
At Lugou Bridge
Zainankou
In Huangpu River
Wherever the enemy's iron hoof goes,
In the face of bullets whistling past-
homeland
for you
For your brave child.
For tomorrow
I want to sing:
With my gratitude
I'm sad and angry.
I shed tears.
I might spill blood on your land!
People say: useless pen
Throw it away.
However, the motherland
Is when I'm holding a knife
Or a gun.
In the jungle, sometimes.
Still have to sing heartily.
I still have to listen to the sincere songs of my brothers-
Facing the iron storm
Fire bottom storm
Blood storm
Sing the pent-up hatred in my heart.
Sing the repressed true love in my heart.
Singing in your ancient soul.
All the dead slag and filth in the room
In order to get rid of the pain and humiliation overload
Loktar
A bright tomorrow of freedom
For you, the man who gave birth to me and raised me taught me what love is and what it is.
It is hate that makes me hate and suffer in love and turn to pain.
Tongli
But still,
What can give me hope and strength?
My suffering motherland!