Ploughing curve
The sea hides the waves in its heart.
The blue sky sticks the white clouds to the heart.
The motherland warms our hearts.
We love our motherland in our hearts.
The mountains hide the green trees in their hearts.
The forest hides the bird in its heart.
The motherland takes us to heart.
We love our motherland in our hearts.
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