Short patriotic poems

Stand in your sacred solemnity.

I will not say your name a hundred times a thousand times.

I salute you a thousand times and ten thousand times.

I love your mountains and plains.

I love your vastness as far as the eye can see.

I am intoxicated by the rolling waves of your wheat and the fragrant fragrance of rice.

I am fascinated by your lakes and mountains, the wind and the sun.

I saw a snowflake in your vast north.

I saw a raindrop in your beautiful Jiangnan.

I look at a snowdrop on your Xiyuan Glacier.

I look at the red sun in the East China Sea where your rooster crows.

Ah! I saw the first ray of light in the cave on the top of the mountain again.

Ah! I heard the first bone flute in Jiahu Village again.

Ah! I witnessed the first piece of black pottery in Yuyao.

Ah! I touched the first pulse of the Qin Empire again.

I will go ahead and ask questions about Confucius’ three thousand disciples.

I am walking and walking, ten miles long pavilion, Lanzhi Road post.

I will travel and stay, admiring your beautiful rivers and mountains along the way.

I live and travel, immersed in your autumn moon over Pinghu and the music of Guqin.

I chanted and recited Jian Jia Cang Cang, white dew is frost.

I listened, listened to the Xunyang River seeing off guests the first night, and the autumn rustling of maple leaves and flowers.

I ride, ride on the big roc, one day the wind rises, and it soars ninety thousand miles.

I sing loudly, singing loudly about the great river going eastward, the waves are gone, and the romantic figures of the ages.

Ah! My feelings are so hot, and I want to sing a European song about your current grace.

In your broad mind, you can feel relaxed and comfortable watching the wind and clouds meet.

But my clumsy writing can never keep up with your romance and magic, and the surprise of your new appearance with each passing day.