The rivers and mountains only linger in my dreams, and I have not been close to the motherland for many years, but no matter what, it cannot change my Chinese heart. Even though I am wearing a dress, my heart is still Chinese. My ancestors have long imprinted the Chinese stamp on everything about me. The Yangtze River, the Great Wall, Huangshan Mountain, and the Yellow River weigh a thousand pounds in my heart. They are as dear to me no matter when or where they are.
The blood flowing in my heart is surging with the voice of China. Even if I was born in a foreign country, it cannot change my Chinese heart