I can sing "I love my motherland".
If I draw a picture,
I can draw my motherland.
If I want to write a poem,
I will write Praise the Motherland.
now
I am writing a poem.
I want to sing praises to my motherland,
Praise her for her beauty.
Because she treasures the Great Wall of Wan Li and the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of Qin Dynasty;
Because she is the mother of Suzhou and Hangzhou and Guilin;
Because she owns Xishuangbanna and Xisha Islands.
I want to sing praises to my motherland,
Praise her strength.
Because we have realized our space dream;
Because we succeeded in bidding for the Olympic Games;
Because we joined the WTO.
I want to sing praises to my motherland,
Praise her soul.
Because she breastfed Lei Feng and Lai Ning;
Because she trained Zhou Enlai and Deng Xiaoping;
Because she created Sima Qian and Xu Beihong.
Ah, the motherland!
Thousands of rivers are your floating hair,
The rolling mountains are your green blood,
The water in Dongting Lake is your bright eyes.
The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is your tough backbone.
Beijing is your beating heart,
Guilin landscape is an emerald on your head,
The earth dotted with plum trees and peonies is your clothes.
I want to be a poem, a painting, a song,
Praise you forever:
My mother, People's Republic of China (PRC).
Dragon, take off, 2 1 century is your starry stage!