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
2. Motherland, Motherland
river
Where the hero fell
I stood up and sang about my motherland.
I solemnly put the Great Wall on the mountains in the north.
A heavy chain that has been shaking for thousands of years
Hold high the son who just died
His body is still twitching in my hand.
Behind me, there is my mother
National pride, suffering and protest
In the merciless eyes of history
Walk uneasily
Deep in my forehead
Glorious scar
Smoke rose from my head.
Countless broken bones cried and drifted away with the wind.
Raise white clouds
Frightened flock of purebred pigeons.
With pigeons, anger and enthusiasm
I have experienced many times and many places.
Through war, ruins, bodies
Beating the waves is like beating the rolling mountains.
hemorrhagic
Hold up and send away the blood-red sun
Shadows float on the boundless earth.
Live report-like a lake, like tears
Like green forests and grasslands
People who hide sadness and life are flashing.
Like a dull memory of my nation.
No land has made me so sad and excited.
There is no river that makes me meditate and fluctuate so much.
This land, as if tired, has been sleeping for thousands of years.
Stones tossed and turned in nightmares and piled up like mountains.
Gradually grow into stone steps, walls and cornices.
Like a fragrant seat, like a gilded flower.
The faint bell trembled in the branches.
Shake off the hope of the year.
Ruined morning after morning.
Cities float and drift like islands.
More confused than a ship in the fog
Large areas of crops ripen in sweat.
For example, farmers' simple beliefs.
Nothing
Save it for when you wake up.
Leave it to the silence like sunshine.
perhaps
Trouble and blood surge from this moment.
The gunpowder began to smoke.
The compass touched the bow-shaped ship.
Silk flows to the world in the opposite direction to the river.
With a faint afterglow, gently weaving the stars.
Entrust beautiful myths and women to the moon.
So, what is necessary?
Let the emperor's carriage run over the rut on the paper
Let the people be as thin as two words.
Let me show my past again
I can't say it.
You can only keep your eyes open.
Watching the bronze civilization peel off layer by layer.
Like dry land, calluses on my hands
Honest lips blown by the wind
I want to announce to the sky that it is as luxurious as satin.
It's not morning, your blood has solidified.
However, the motherland
After all, you left so many sons.
Leave bloodshot arms after work.
Hang down-gradually clench your fist
Leave a rebellious flag in the dust of history.
Leave failure, leave the spinning forest.
Branches crisscross into the sky.
The beast growled.
Leaves fall in the north.
Still covering the south.
Rolling with heavy crops
Birds are singing and flying.
Motherland, you have left such beautiful mountains and rivers.
Leave desire and responsibility, leave waterfalls and grass.
Leaving behind splendid palaces and ancient moans.
Groups of gasping gray houses
Leave a strong contrast and unevenness.
Deserts and winding harbors
Think as calmly as the ice on the top of the mountain
Years of thinking
There was a rumbling and cracking sound.
Anxiously turn into water
Entering the canyon is deep and exciting.
Constantly colliding with dark rocks.
Run to the land that stretches silently.
In the gentle character of my nation
Between simplicity, brewing and the pain of drinking.
I see large tracts of sheep and horses.
Over the fence, towards the grassland.
Sweaty cowhide, plow and rake
The palms are as rough as my old tree.
The land softens and the feelings harden.
As long as there are mountains, plains and oceans
My body will always be magnificent and beautiful.
Just like one tree after another, the sound of the waves keeps coming and going.
From the vascular road to the river
Rolling in-my team is vast and boundless.
As long as there is abyss, darkness and sky
My thoughts will rise painfully and fly on the top of the mountain.
As long as there is storage, there is the sun.
How can my heart not jump out and travel all over the motherland?
Roots and feet trudging in the mud are my foundation.
Stimulated by the cold wind, wheat and chimneys are growing.
Nothing can stop it.
Even if the door is built, the wall is also built.
Houses are built for parties, sleeping and living.
Windows are like crystal glass that touches sound.
The shiny book turned from page to page.
Education does not mean crowding and quarreling.
As long as there are hands, hands and hands will hold together.
Even a string of bells in the desert, like bells.
Coconut is shaking around the neck of coconut tree.
Hot air, worn fishing nets on the beach.
This is also my hope.
Cold pine needles and rice thorns
It is my sunshine that shoots at the sun.
The sun hangs on my shoulders like cherries and grapes.
Itchy and brittle, like sweat and kisses flowing through my chest.
Dark clouds are behind my shouts and lightning.
It rains crazily.
Like death revenge
Falling into the tragic torn sky
So, historically,
I will always choose this time.
In damp and empty places
Let my voice get lower and lower.
Go deep into the mineral deposits and chest.
Black people's songs echoed in another continent.
Sing the motherland with a deep throat.
No tears
Light tears stay in the corner of my eyes.
Why can't you catch the taste of love?
The temperature of the orbit boiled again at that second.
Tears fell silently.
The imaginary sky and space are spiritual.
There is no familiar smell.
I can't catch it with all my strength.
Laugh at others and do nothing.
Looking forward to hugging someone who left too early.
I think that's God's punishment.
As long as the speed of time does not exceed the heartbeat.
Love is colder than death.
Watching happiness detour in front of your eyes.
Why do I need your arm?
The gap is not small, I dare not even think about it.
Spread out like the wind