My motherland, high mountains and towering peaks overlook the history of wind and rain, and at dusk, the wind and clouds pass by. The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.
My motherland, the river is rushing, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves hit the canyon, which has experienced many ups and downs of fate.
My motherland is vast in territory and rich in natural resources, which has nurtured magnificent traditional culture and beautiful scenery. The sun sets in the desert, the moonlight is drunk with lotus flowers, and there are still many splendid civilizations shining on the vast land.
My motherland, with its industrious people, 56 caring nationalities, wonderful oriental charm and romantic humanistic customs, has many beautiful and moving legends that have been passed down through the ages.
This is my motherland, this is my beloved motherland.