My generous and benevolent Mother Earth,
You have nurtured all living things with your broad mind:
The mountains are green, The water is leisurely,
The flowers are shy and the birds are chirping.
A hint of haze drifted across the sky,
The hidden worry in my heart could not be shaken off:
Oh great Mother Earth,
You are abundant and full
Can the milk withstand the sucking of greedy humans?
Dear motherland, mother!
You use soft lines to outline the magnificence and magic of mountains and rivers.
Your tall chest,
warms thousands of Chinese people,
raising the ambition to revitalize the country!
The disputes in the South China Sea,
The rifts between nations,
Can your milk give birth to a backbone of iron bones?
A distant mountain village,
A loving mother.
Times,
have sucked away your plump appearance,
leaving behind an aging and dry body.
On the long journey,
Take a sip of the stream flowing from the ditch to your hometown.
It is as sweet as your mother’s milk when you were a child.
Dear mother,
When will the wanderer from the end of the world fall into your arms again?