Poetry 1:
Motherland! This poetic name.
It permeates your every season.
That's a white dove under the blue sky.
Wake up on the first morning in October.
Ah! Motherland, I have loved you for too long. ...
October! My motherland.
Please give me a flashlight.
I follow in your footsteps.
Let every dream flow with sweetness.
Let all sounds be covered with golden notes.
The day I approached you-
Please spread the rosy clouds for me.
I want to inject eternal vitality into your health.
The first October is always full of echoes like tears falling from flowers.
* * * The voice of America walks through your heart.
Extend to the most passionate melody.
In my mind, you are more than just a green island.
You are my red cloud, rising with the beat.
Regardless of mountains and rivers, Victoria Valley, fields, trails and the sea.
Numerous failures and successes have enriched October.
Ah! homeland ...
Who is wearing the crown of October?
The first morning in October.
I feel the aftertaste of sweet-scented osmanthus and the sound of bumper harvest drums.
I recall the historical sound carved on white marble.
My mind has changed.
Flying clouds.
Land of Wan Li.
How can I not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity?
The rising October has been contested in Qian Fan.
And my singing, my motherland.
Become a flock of high-flying white pigeons.
Trembling.
shake ...