The motherland plays poetry in my heart

Motherland, my dear motherland

Shu Ting

I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river

Hundreds of years Come and spin the song of exhaustion;

I am the blackened miner’s lamp on your forehead,

Watching you as you snail and grope in the tunnel of history;

I It is a shriveled rice ear; it is a roadbed in disrepair;

It is a barge on the shoal

The rope is deeply

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——Motherland!

I am poverty,

I am sorrow.

I am your ancestors

The painful hope,

It is on the sleeves of "Flying Sky"

It has not fallen for thousands of years. Flowers on the ground;

——Motherland!

I am your brand-new ideal,

Just broken free from the cobweb of myth;

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow quilt;

I am your smile with tears;

I am the newly painted snow-white starting line;

It is the crimson dawn

Now gushing;

——Motherland!

I am one billionth of you

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;

Your scarred breasts

Feeds

the confused me, the thoughtful me, the boiling me;

Then get it from my flesh and blood

Yours; your wealth, your glory, your freedom;

——Motherland,

My dear motherland!

Shu Ting's "Motherland, My Dear Motherland"

I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river

Spinning tired for hundreds of years Song;

I am the blackened miner's lamp on your forehead,

Walking as you snail and groping in the tunnel of history;

I am the withered ear of rice. ; It is a roadbed in disrepair;

It is a barge on the silt

The rope is deeply

stretched into your shoulders;

——Motherland!

I am poverty,

I am sorrow.

I am your ancestors

The painful hope,

It is on the sleeves of "Flying Sky"

It has not fallen for thousands of years. Flowers on the ground;

——Motherland!

I am your brand-new ideal,

Just broken free from the cobweb of myth;

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow quilt;

I am your smile with tears;

I am the newly painted snow-white starting line;

It is the crimson dawn

Now gushing;

——Motherland!

I am one billionth of you

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;

Your scarred breasts

Feeds

the confused me, the thoughtful me, the boiling me;

Then get it from my flesh and blood

Yours; your wealth, your glory, your freedom;

——Motherland,

My dear motherland!