Even if my heart follows it
The Yellow River rushes and meanders on the land of the northland.
My heart is searching for it excitedly.
The Yangtze River rushes on the hot land in the south of China and reaches the East China Sea.
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It is a golden flash on the coast where China people live.
On both sides of the river is a paradise for longing.
Suddenly look up, the motherland is good.
Bow your head and be happy, and your hometown is beautiful
At the foot is the holy land I am pursuing, and I suddenly look back.
Love the motherland, but also love my hometown.
The years flow quietly, along the road of time.
The motherland is thriving.
Looking back on the past, a romantic figure through the ages
Look at the present, be a hero.
I am happy to walk on the country road.
So what?
You will know the paradise of flowers and birds when you are in the Rhododendron.
Walk into the grass sea and feel the tranquility of the sea;
The rising sun climbed from the sacred mountain, and countless willow branches danced with the sea;
Deep homesickness, who are you drunk with?
Who wrote the rural folk songs?
Stand in the breeze and feel the fragrance of green trees and weeds.
Spring blossoms for an instant, and it is infinitely warm.
All the country roads extend in all directions.
Patches of green woods adorn their hometown.
Suddenly, I feel that the sword against heaven is piercing the sky.
Love the motherland, but also love my hometown.
Motherland, my dear motherland.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
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
Hope to adopt.