"My Motherland" You are the surging Yellow River, | You are my tenacious father, washing the weight and glory of life in the waning moon and rising sun; | You are my holy and loving mother, You are the majestic Great Wall, ｜ You are my majestic Mount Tai and the eternal Kunlun, trekking through the hardships and tragedy of history in the high mountains and ridges; ｜ You are the gushing sun on the top of my Mount Tai and Kunlun, you are the eternal one. The symphony of heroes, | My motherland is surging with the essence and blood of five thousand years of heaven, earth, sun and moon in the great joy and great sorrow; You are the giant dragon born out of the sky, holding up Kuafu's day-by-day desire in the ups and downs of my five thousand years of exploration My motherland, the motherland I have pursued for five thousand years. What you recite in your Tang poems and Song lyrics is the magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers; what you carve on the Silk Road is your footprint to the world; what shines on your banner of reform and opening up is the great cause of modernization. The light! My courageous motherland, my mighty and majestic motherland. The "small country with few people" Lao Tzu has passed away. The carved towers of the Qing Empire have passed away. The disasters of those ten years of catastrophe have been buried. The shackles that imprisoned thoughts have been smashed. , The banner of national rejuvenation has pointed to the dawn of tomorrow. My motherland is heading towards the future, my magnificent motherland. The scenery that attracts world attention; Your achievements in genetic engineering shine with the wisdom of the Chinese nation; Your hundreds of millions of construction armies line up into an unprecedented picture. This is the rumbling prestige of "A thousand sails passing by the side of a sinking ship", This is " The grace of the sun and the moon "A thousand trees are springing in front of the diseased tree", this is the mighty triumphal song of "The light boat has passed the ten thousand mountains"! My ever-changing motherland, my radiant motherland. You were excited in the days of the Reform Movement of 1898, you sang in the pursuit of the Revolution of 1911, you cheered in the smoke of the Northern Expedition, but you really stood up It was the day of new life in 1949.
From now on, you no longer have the suffering of being slaughtered by Western powers, and you no longer have the misery of being trampled by the iron hoofs of bandits! From then on, you raised your proud head and smiled at the endless wind and clouds of the world. From then on, you held your head high and walked with great wisdom and courage that changed the world. My motherland that is suffering heavily, my indomitable motherland; my hard-working and simple motherland, my broad and profound motherland. Motherland; My kind and kind motherland, my wise and generous motherland; My fearless motherland, my motherland as strong as steel;