I want a minute of patriotic poetry.

Motherland, I'm back.

Not over yet.

The car crossed the Yalu River.

Like flying.

Motherland, I'm back,

Motherland, my mother!

I saw you at work.

Wave to your son far from your knees.

The car crossed the Yalu River.

Like flying;

But not fast enough!

My car!

Why are you so slow?

Not at all.

Childlike heart!

The car crossed the Yalu River,

Jiangdong Jiangxi is different,

Not cross-strait

The land is no longer fertile and beautiful,

Not cross-strait

People are not so hardworking and kind.

I mean:

The east bank of the river-

Blood soaked in shrapnel;

Jiangxi coastal area-

A dense layer of straw,

Man Cang, the valley of every family.

I mean:

People on the east bank of the river.

Living in the basement during the day is like night;

Streets on the banks of Jiangxi,

Night is as bright as day!

Motherland,

When I came to the east bank of the river,

My heart is back in front of North Korea.

The car crossed the Yalu River,

People in the same car told me:

"Take a good look at the motherland, comrade!

Look at these new factories. "

In 1953

Or "motherland, my dear motherland"