The sheepskin rafts of the Yellow River are the ancestors in my blood
The Qin bricks and Han tiles of the Great Wall are my parents on my shoulders
From Banpo’s fish cans Hatched in
I am China, I am a life made of loess
The forehead lines mark the vicissitudes of life
The precipitation of finger cocoons Yellow Sky and Thick Earth
Crawling out from under the ruins of Qin Yingzheng’s Epang Palace
I am China, I am the great banner that cannot be reached
< p>The sky patched up by the rough Nuwa above her head
The swamp licked by the sticky Dayu under her feet
Stepping out of the fiery soil-defying song
I am China, I am the Book of Songs of the Fifteen Kingdoms
Between war and gold and silk, I only choose land
Between title and power, I I just want to be anonymous
Running out of the imperial calendar of the Shennong family with red willows blocking the north and green rice south of the Yangtze River
I am China, I am the slash-and-burn cultivation passed down from generation to generation
The skeleton of a dragon under yellow skin
The cry of the phoenix in the thick throat
From the Xia and Shang Dynasties to the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it ran through the night for two thousand years
< p>I am China, I am the dawn rising from the cracks in the rocks
The sleeping lion of thousands of years has awakened
My ancient ambition has awakened
p>Breaking out of the prison of the Sick Man of East Asia flag
I am China, I am the immortal dragon species