Autumn wind
Sending fragrance
Chrysanthemum in frost
Offering patches of wheatgrass
Kissing the afterglow of sunset
Love overflows gentle eyes
Looking at the fields peacefully
Passion flies to the poem
Listening to the Yellow River gurgling
Carrying countless sufferings.
It has left an indelible mark
Wind, frost, snow and rain
Half a century of fighting
The long river of history
The heroic waves of the past
The strings of time
are playing today's brilliant melody!
I love this land
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sorrow and indignation is always surging,
This irritating wind blowing endlessly,
and the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest ...
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Why do I always have tears in my eyes
Because I love this land deeply. ......