Motherland, my dear motherland.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
It's spraying.
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland
I can't work out the amount. Help quickly. Come on. The best answer is that I am a withered ear of rice-I will try to show an unhappy smile in the sun. I am a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time-I make a lonely sound in the sunset. I am your tearful smile vortex----I live in a sad look back. I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow ——————— for awakening after one thousand years. I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, waiting for a thousand years just to let you smell my fragrance! I am your tearful smile vortex-I share the bitterness of these tears for you. I am a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time. I don't know if I can support your body tomorrow! I am a withered ear of rice, and I don't regret wasting my life for you! I am a withered ear of rice, and I lost you in an empty shell. I am a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time, carrying you slowly forward in the shaking. I am your tearful smile vortex, melting scars with dew flowers. I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, and I am rejuvenated after the ice age. I am a newly painted white starting line, unswervingly reaching out to the dawn of the future. I am a withered ear of rice. In this barren land of old China, I have supported generations of China people. I am a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time. The uneven road surface can bring you hope of finding a new China. I am your smile vortex with tears, and I am your casual touch after facing countless setbacks and hardships. I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, and I have experienced wind and frost, but no matter how thick the snow is, I can't stop showing my fragrance to the world for five thousand years. I am the newly painted white starting line, and the new China will stand proudly in the East. I am a withered ear of rice-still shining in the hot sun! I am a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time-showing an incomplete long river memory. I am your tearful smile vortex-reflecting all kinds of life between tears and laughter. I am the germ of your snowy ancient lotus-learn to be complete and incomplete in infancy. I am the white starting line of the new painting-the crystal that shows pride after the scar! I am a withered ear of rice, swaying brilliantly, jumping into your arms and enjoying myself; I am a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time, jumping with the pulse of your eternal glory; I am your tearful smile vortex, warming the scars that the times have given you; I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, witnessing the spring wave of your rebirth with reincarnation; I am a newly painted white starting line, praising you for breaking away from humiliation behind your heels; /A triumphant song with your brand-new future! I am a withered ear of rice, sacrificing myself to feed your children and grandchildren; I am a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time. For the happiness of your children and grandchildren, I endure the pain brought by the strong wind. I am your tearful smile vortex, hiding pain and releasing happiness; I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, showing your activities with my tenacious spirit; I am a new white starting line, trying to catch up with the world-powerful United States, and I believe that one day the world will cheer for us. I am a withered ear of rice with only sad tears in my stomach. I am a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is fragile to be vulnerable. I am a smile vortex with tears in your eyes, bid farewell to sadness and move towards joy. I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, which has been called in Su Sheng for thousands of years. I am the newly painted white starting line. ! 1. I am the withered ear of rice, nourishing your body bent by labor. 2. I am a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time, carrying you forward in twists and turns. 3. I am your tearful smile vortex. 4. I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, eager to be gently awakened. 5. I am a newly painted white starting line, which verifies the starting steps of the country.