A poem with strong feelings that is most suitable for reading.

To the oak tree.

If I love you-/I will never learn to climb the Campbell flower,/I will show off myself on your high branch;

/If I love you-/Never learn from spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

/It's not just like a fountain/It brings cool comfort all year round; /Not just like a dangerous mountain peak,

/increase your height,/set off your dignity. /even sunshine/even spring rain

No, these are not enough. I must be a kapok beside you.

/Stand with you as the image of a tree. /root, clenched in the ground;

/Leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other.

But no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems.

/Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd; /I have my red flowers,/like a heavy sigh,

/Like a heroic torch/We share the cold wave and lightning;

/We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but they are dependent for life.

/This is great love,/Loyalty is here/Love/Not only your stalwart body,

/I also love your stand,/the land under your feet.

Motherland, my dear motherland Shu Ting.

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