When you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a miner's lamp with black forehead;
I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time; It is the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deep into your shoulder;
-the motherland! I'm poor and I'm sad.
I am your painful hope for generations,
It is a thousand-year-old flower between Tian Fei's sleeves.
-the motherland! I am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;
I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;
I am the newly painted white starting line;
It is the spreading crimson dawn.
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