1. "I Love This Land"
Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also use hoarse The throat sings:
This land battered by storms,
This river that always surges with our sorrow and anger,
This endless blowing The angry wind that blew,
And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest...
--Then I died,
Even my feathers rotted Inside the land.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply...
2. "Motherland, My Dear Motherland"
Shu Ting
I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river
Spinning tired songs for hundreds of years
I am the blackened miner's lamp on your forehead
Follow you as you crawl through the tunnel of history
I am a withered ear of rice; I am a roadbed in disrepair
I am a barge on the silt
I am a tow rope Deep
deeply into your shoulders
--the motherland!
I am poverty
I am sorrow
I am your ancestors
The painful hope
Yes "Flying" sleeves
Flowers that have not fallen to the ground for thousands of years
--the motherland
I am your new ideal
Just escaped from the cobweb of myth
I am the germ of the ancient lotus under your snow quilt
I am your laughter nest with tears
I am the newly painted snow-white starting line
It is the crimson dawn
It is spraying
--the motherland
I am you One billionth
is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters
You fed it with your scarred breasts
I am confused, I am deep in thought, I am boiling
Then get it from my flesh and blood
Your wealth, your Glory, your freedom
--Motherland
My dear motherland