Motherland, tonight, I will put you in a moonlight river.
Put it in your land and sky, forests and rivers.
The river washed away the wild flowers on the shore.
A chubby baby sucks its fingers in a dream.
In the moonlight, motherland, you are like a weak water bamboo.
Tonight, the crops in the field are ripe.
Push the huge autumn to me with one hand.
Motherland, your sky is clean, and you can't hold your eyes.
A golden sunflower, blooming in
The only time I can save my life
Write passionate poems and my tears in a distant land.
Write down: autumn insects, love in the orchard.
The wind peeled off the ripe fruit.
Roll down the hill into the river.
Countless eyes, stroking a flowering name.
Motherland, your flowers and land are submerged by moonlight.
Along with my vows and the red river flowing in my veins
Look up while stopping, and meditate while looking up.
Motherland, you are vast, broad and profound.
The weight in my heart is too heavy.
It's like a boulder that can't be shaken by moonlight under the water.
Tonight, I will put you into the moonlight river.
Nothing can stop me from singing.
Not by night, not by wind and rain, not by fire, not by blood.
I want to die a thousand times.
Speak from the bottom of my heart
Insects are silent, this is the motherland.
The earth is moving, this is the motherland.
Motherland in tears, motherland in blood
Motherland in bones
Motherland throughout one's life
Hold a heavy bunch of rice ears high.
I cried gently with tears in my eyes.
homeland