I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years;
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 breaking away 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;
What is breaking out is the crimson dawn;
-the motherland!
I am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
You fed me with scarred breasts, confused me, considerate me and boiled me;
Then get yours from my flesh and blood;
Abundance, your glory, your freedom;
-Motherland, my dear motherland!