The bell rings the signal to go home, and the thick and clear left and right rhythms, from far and near, travel through 5,000 years and 53 years of colorful flower seasons, creating ripples and echoes in the continent of the river, in the river of the water, in the sun of the mountains, and on the shore of the sea, condensing a theme in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people of the Yellow Emperor, namely, the Motherland!
We take the singing voice of Guan Suo of the Book of Songs; the sound of Qu Yuan's Ode to the Tangerine; the ancient wind and music, rhythmic poetry and prose; the Peking Opera and the Qin opera, the clappers and the drums to sing the splendor of the magnificent years of your history, and to sing your magnificent mountains and rivers and the bright scenery.
We sing your unyielding spine and backbone, your unyielding dignity and sanctity with Yue Fei's Man Jiang Hong, Wen Tianxiang's Song of Righteousness, Lu Xun's The Scream, and Zhu Ziqing's Backstory.
We sing your resilience and tenacity, your soul and spirit with the bunch of wildflowers in Qu Qiubai's hand; with the poverty in Fang Zhimin's body; with the roots of those grasses in Yang Jingyu's belly; with the patch in Liu Zhidan's chest; with the oil lamp in front of Jiao Yulu's window; and with the string of footprints left by Kong Fansen on the snowy plains.
Dear motherland, let us pick the hand of the tea and mulberry, weaving colorful lamps and cloud brocade; let us shout the throat of the river and the sea, singing the national anthem and fluttering five-starred red flag in the golden season of the golden morning, singing thousands of years of the surging passion of the day and night.
The Yellow River fierce, Yangtze River strong, Taishan male, Kunlun mang, ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers from the front of Tiananmen Square, walked a team of Lei Feng, walked a team of Xu Honggang, walked a team of Li Xiangqun, walked a team of Fang Hongxiao - out of the Chinese people's most stylish and most scenic and most flavorful pace; out of the Chinese nation's most spectacular and most magnificent! The most spectacular and magnificent of the Chinese nation! Looking up at the blue sky, "Shenzhou spacecraft", space shuttle; overlooking the earth, the Three Gorges Project, the world of magic.
Dear motherland, five thousand years of connotation and precipitation, fifty-three years of abandonment and inheritance, a giant of the Orient to the point where you can say "No!" The time has come for you to speak. You gather the world's largest and widest popularity and prosperity, regardless of the wind and waves like a leisurely stroll, peace and development is your fervent expression of the heart! You are not humble, not overbearing, not restless, not alarmed, with frankness and openness and deep, quiet, striding in the dawn of the new century! In the east wind of the "16th National Congress", a new generation of Chinese leaders is leading the Chinese nation to a new glory.
And:
Motherland ......
I am a small bird
flying in your vast sky
You sometimes cloudy and sometimes rain
sunshine, but never disappeared
I'm a small fish
weaving in and out of the blue waves
you
You are sometimes calm and sometimes turbulent
In the end, you gave me back my clarity
The motherland ......
This is such a touching word
Kind as a mother's smile
Lingering as a lover's words
You are the greenest green in the springtime
You are the most important thing to me. You are the lush green shade of spring
You are the golden harvest of autumn
You are the cool breeze of summer
You are the warm bonfire of winter
The motherland ......
My heartstrings can't help but tremble when I think of you
The song is flowing on the strings of a song
The song is flowing on the strings of a song. The song flows on the strings
and flows into a bubbling river
When I think of you
I can't keep my feelings still
My thoughts turn into light clouds
and fly up into the sky and float down to the earth
Overlooking the vast mountains and rivers
O motherland......
You are the most important thing in my childhood.
You are the dream of my childhood
Under the flickering oil lamps
Grandmother's magical stories
On the pier of the parting of life and death
My father's tearful advice
You are the soil of my hometown
So thick and simple
You are the monumental forest engraved by ancestors
Condensing wisdom and blood tears
You are the landmarks engraved by ancestors
Condensing wisdom and blood tears
The landmarks of my childhood
I have been in the world for many years, but I am not sure if you can see them.
You are the trestle on the wall of the Three Gorges
interrupted and cut
You are the dyke on the bank of the Yellow River
collapsed and rebuilt
You are the sails of the voyage
from ancient times to the present day, flying high and never dropping
through thousands of shoals and valleys
The motherland ...
The motherland .... ...
You are not just a map
shaped like a rooster
and not just a combination of slogans
You are history, you are reality
you are the hope and trust that has lasted from generation to generation
You are the memories that are dappled and rich in memories
of the bronze and ceramics that have been unearthed.
In the bronze and ceramics that have been unearthed
your memories are mottled and rich
In the tall buildings that have risen
your style is radiant
Your sighs are deep and long
and your call is irresistible
Motherland ......
I used to be sad for you
and proud of you
.
I have suffered for you
and I have rejoiced in you
You are a seed
that has sprouted and sprouted leaves in my heart
and grown into a green tree
that will never wither or fall
because your roots
are embedded in my soul
and are in my blood
and in my soul
.
Into my blood and bones
Motherland ......
In times of sadness and confusion
I call out to you over and over again
You are the tide that cleanses away the filth
And you fill my lungs with a surge of passion
You teach me to love, you teach me to be true
You teach me to love, you teach me to be true
You teach me to love, you teach me to be true
You teach me to love. Love, teach me truth
Even in the face of a noose
I can't hand over my conscience
As long as I live
I'll love you with all my heart and all my soul
until I'm turned into dust
.