If the soil represents my loyalty
What about spring, summer, autumn and winter? This is one of my great poems.
What about the sun, moon and stars? They are the rolling waves in my ocean of music-
Hold high the sails of life to save lives.
If there are birds singing, if there are cymbals, if there are phoenixes, if there are bells.
The pain of the motherland is loud-at that time, my long-simmering song fragrant your sadness-
On the endless mountains, my footprints are not desolate.
My eyes are blue in every cloud.
My heart is like the golden light of dew shining under the night fog.