My beloved motherland.
You are a rooster with your head held high, awakening the silence of the dawn.
You are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era.
You are a lion, dancing the glory of China.
You are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.
You have a sacred name,
That's China!
That's China, my motherland.
My beloved motherland.
I love my motherland deeply,
The beating heart has been beating for 5 thousand years,
I love my motherland deeply,
Surging blood rushed to the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,
I love my motherland deeply,
Yellow skin is printed with the color left by ancestors,
I love my motherland deeply,
Black eyes reveal a humble smile,
I love my motherland deeply,
Strong personality, tall and straight,
I love my motherland deeply,
The vast sea border is full of all my sustenance.
My motherland,
Lovely China,
You made a glorious history,
You raised a great country.
I'm proud of your age,
The wind of a thousand years can't break your tall and straight back,
I'm proud of your strength,
Resist internal troubles and foreign invasion, and go through the years.
I'm proud of your light,
The Chinese nation firmly grasps its own destiny,
I'm proud of your spirit,
Reform and opening up are magnificent.
Lovely motherland,
Wherever I go,
I hold your arm of strength,
No matter where I live,
You have warmed my heart.
Lovely motherland,
You are the helmsman of the new century,
You use speed, you use strength,
Create miracles that shock the world.
You work hard and use your wisdom,
Has carried on another more brilliant development!
Motherland, motherland,
You are always full of hope,
Motherland, motherland,
You are always full of vigor and vitality!
Poetry praising the motherland-motherland, my dear motherland.
Motherland, my dear motherland, I am your worn-out old waterwheel by the river, spinning hundreds of years of old songs, I am a miner's lamp with black forehead, and I am the withered ear of rice that you grope for in the historical tunnel; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. Feed me with scarred breasts, miss me, cook me, and then get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-my dear motherland.