Even if my heart follows it,
The Yellow River rushes and meanders on the land of the northland.
My heart is searching excitedly,
The Yangtze River rushes on the hot land in the south of China and reaches the East China Sea.
They,
It is a golden flash on the coast where China people live.
Across the river is a paradise of longing.
Suddenly look up, the motherland is good.
Bow your head and be happy, the 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,
Recalling 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,
I suddenly feel that the sword against the sky has cut through the sky.
Love the motherland, but also love my hometown.
Chapter II: Motherland
Motherland, tonight, I will put you in a moonlight river.
Put it in your land and sky, forests and rivers.
The river washed away the wild flowers on the shore.
A chubby baby sucks its fingers in a dream.
In the moonlight, motherland, you are like a weak water bamboo.
Tonight, the crops in the field are ripe.
Push the huge autumn to me with one hand.
Motherland, your sky is clean, and you can't hold your eyes.
A golden sunflower, blooming in
The moment that can keep my life
Write passionate poems and my tears in a distant land.
Write down: autumn insects, love in the orchard.
The wind peeled off the ripe fruit.
Roll down the hill into the river.
Countless eyes, stroking a flowering name.
Motherland, your flowers and land are submerged by moonlight.
Along with my vows and the red river flowing in my veins
Look up while stopping, and meditate while looking up.
Motherland, you are vast, broad and profound.
The weight in my heart is too heavy.
It's like a boulder that can't be shaken by moonlight under the water.
Tonight, I will put you into the moonlight river.
Nothing can stop me from singing.
Not by night, not by wind and rain, not by fire, not by blood.
I want to die a thousand times.
Speak from the bottom of my heart
Insects are silent, this is the motherland.
The earth is moving, this is the motherland.
Motherland in tears, motherland in blood
Motherland in bones
Motherland throughout one's life
Hold a heavy bunch of rice ears high.
I cried gently with tears in my eyes.
homeland
Chapter III: On the Backbone of the Motherland
The autumn wind is roaring.
Paddy fields; The smell of rice
Scatter all over the floor
Drink a pot of incense and get drunk.
Heaven and earth in October
A road is flying.
As beautiful as a rainbow.
The new village is at both ends of the rainbow.
Bright, shiny; Shine, shine
Pomegranate opens its excited mouth.
A tooth accidentally fell on the ridge of the field.
Busy dealing with a group of ants
A boy with a sickle in his hand.
A bright smile on his face.
The chrysanthemum next door last night
Bloom in his heart
Autumn water, there was a seductive huqin.
Those red flowers
This is the sparrow's burning throat
Chorus with the piano
Today is your birthday.
My China
In the bright and warm sunshine
Gold and green are in the air.
reciprocate
Standing on the backbone of the motherland
I got rid of all the pain.
It's ok to be young.
Flapping three thousand miles of wings on the water.
Fly to Chaoyang