I am an old waterwheel worn by your river,
Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;
I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,
Do what you do in the tunnel of history;
I am the withered ear of rice, the disrepair roadbed;
This is a barge on the beach.
Pull the rope deep into your shoulder.
-the motherland!
I'm poor,
I am sad.
I am your painful hope for generations,
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years,
-the motherland!
I am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;
It is your smile with a whirlpool of tears;
I am the newly painted white starting line;
This is crimson dawn.
It is sprayed;
-the motherland!
I'm 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;
-the motherland,
My dear motherland!