Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland
If I want to sing,
I can sing "I love my motherland".
If I draw a picture,
I can draw my motherland.
If I want to write a poem,
I will write Praise the Motherland.
now
I am writing a poem.
I want to celebrate my motherland,
Praise her for her beauty.
Because she treasures the Great Wall of Wan Li and the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of Qin Dynasty;
Because she is the mother of Suzhou and Hangzhou and Guilin;
Because she owns Xishuangbanna and Xisha Islands.
I want to celebrate my motherland,
Praise her strength.
Because we have realized our space dream;
Because we succeeded in bidding for the Olympic Games;
Because we joined the WTO.
I want to celebrate my motherland,
Praise her soul.
Because she breastfed Lei Feng and Lai Ning;
Because she trained Zhou Enlai and Deng Xiaoping;
Because she created Sima Qian and Xu Beihong.
Ah, the motherland!
Thousands of rivers are your floating hair,
The rolling mountains are your green blood,
The water in Dongting Lake is your bright eyes.
The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is your tough backbone.
Beijing is your beating heart,
Guilin landscape is an emerald on your head,
The earth dotted with plum trees and peonies is your clothes.