The motherland is a never-ending movement, and every note makes me so moved and yearning. Picking up a yellow leaf on the ground, I said, "This is my motherland"; Holding a handful of fragrant soil, I said, "This is my motherland"; Gather a rushing spray, and I say, "This is my motherland"; Turning to a yellow page dating back five thousand years, I said, "This is my motherland!" " "
Motherland, you are a red sun in my heart. You tear open the night and light up my endless progress. You are my dream day and night, with your ideals and greatness, and you make me integrate with the world. I want to praise you, praise you, let me praise the poor pen tip to praise your greatness! Your fraternity! Your majesty!