The soul of the country
In childhood
The soul of the country is the military flag flying in the eyes
Looking at it
The flag is dancing
After growing up
The national soul is a sonorous national anthem
The mouth is singing
The soul is listening
Later
The soul of the country is a sharp blade on the battlefield
The anger is burning
The chest is angry
p>And now
The soul of the country is a shabby photo
I am looking at
The motherland is standing