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My Motherland
My motherland,
The high mountains are lofty,
The majestic peaks overlooking the winds and rains of history,
The twilight is pale,
Let the winds and clouds pass by.
The solid back of the top of the hundreds of millions of years of vicissitudes from the calm.
My motherland,
The great river rushes,
The vast torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history,
The rapids are brave,
Wash away the hundred years of filth,
The shocking waves beat the canyon up how many destinies of the ups and downs.
My motherland,
The land is vast,
The beautiful scenery has nurtured a magnificent traditional culture,
The desert collects the remnants of the sun,
The bright moon is drunk with lotus flowers,
How many civilizations on the vast land are still glittering.
My motherland,
people hardworking,
fifty-six nationalities together,
Oriental charm of the wonderful,
the humanities of the flow,
thousands of years passed down the number of beautiful and touching legends.
This is my motherland,
This is my motherland that I y love.
I love your long and splendid history,
I love the flowers on every inch of your land,
I love your magnificent scenery and mountains,
I love the character of your people's perseverance.
My motherland,
My motherland that I love so much.
You are the head of the high voice of the rooster ----- wake up the silence of the dawn,
You are the sky soaring dragon ----- rebuke the wind and clouds of the times,
You are the mighty lion ----- dance the wind of the divine,
You are the origin of the human wisdom ----- ignited the spark of civilization.
You have a sacred name,
That is China!
That is China, my motherland.
My country, which I love so much.
I am y in love with my motherland,
The beating heart beats with the pulse of five thousand years,
I am y in love with my motherland,
The surging blood rushes with the waves of the Yangtze River and Yellow River,
I am y in love with my motherland,
The yellow skin is imprinted with the color of the ancestor's left behind,
I am
I am y in love with my motherland,
My black eyes have a humble smile,
I am y in love with my motherland,
My strong character has the courage of Tarzan,
I am y in love with my motherland,
My vast sea is full of all my hopes.
My motherland,
Lovely China,
You have created a glorious history,
You have nurtured a great nation.
I am proud of your longevity,
thousands of years of gusty winds can not break your back,
I am proud of your strength,
withstand the internal and external problems to break through the years of wasted time.
I am proud of your brightness,
The Chinese people have their own destiny in their hands,
I am proud of your spirit,
The reforms are courageous and opening up the magnificent.
Lovely motherland,
Wherever I go,
I hold your arms of strength,
Wherever I live,
You warm my heart.
Lovely motherland,
You hold the rudder of the new century,
You use speed, you use strength,
Create a miracle that shocked the world.
You use hard work, you use wisdom,
another more brilliant pioneering!
The motherland, the motherland,
you are always full of hope,
The motherland, the motherland,
you are always vigorous!
"I want to burn, O motherland"
When I was a pine seedling
the earth gave me noble sentiments!
I aspired to be a pillar, dedicated to mankind,
a branch and a leaf, not afraid of the snow sword ice knife.
Unfortunately, I am rooted in the deep canyon,
grow, grow, but how can not be taller than the peak of the grass
I desperately sucked the mother's dried ***,
bent on lifting the ideal of the ten thousand heavy sky!
I was too self-centered: childish! Ridiculous!
Jahiliyyah blinded me to my lowly cells.
And so I was duly punished,
with an unearthly storm in front of me!
Ah, the heavens turned over ......
Ah, the mountains cried out ......
The great mountain-building movement buried me in the deep strata of the earth,
And I died, when I was in my youth.
I died! My young body spasmed in the earth,
I died! But the immortal spirit still struggles and cries out:
"I'm going out! I'm going out! I want to get out--
My dream is not this black prison!"
I have endured a lot of suffering over the years,
but the light of my ideal still shines brightly in my heart.
I turned into a piece of coal, but also cried out:
"Motherland, motherland, I want to burn!"
How thick the earth's crust is, and how illusory the expectations are,
I long! I long for a thousand sunward pits before me!
I want to go out: into the furnace, into a blazing fire,
"O motherland, O motherland, I will burn!"
"You, the clearest drop in the wave"
Here,
I'm going to sing about a man.
He is not a general,
but he has made countless meritorious achievements;
He is not a great man of letters,
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but he has written immortal poems;
He is so ordinary, so young,
like a drop of spring rain,
but he has permeated -
The most important thing is that he is not the only one who has made a great contribution to the development of the world. -
But he penetrated the hearts of billions of people!
He was a drop of water,
but he was able to
reflect the light of the whole sun!
He is a bird that has just spread its wings,
but he is able
to fly towards the party with one heart!
He is a lamp that has just been lit,
but
every bit of light is not wasted!
He,
is a drum that has just begun to beat,
but he is able to
turn every sound into thunder!
He, Thunderbolt!
You don't make a song for yourself,
You don't weave a garment for yourself,
You don't comb your feathers for yourself,
You don't shed a single tear for a single person,
Heh, Thunderbolt!
You are a note in the Internationale;
You are a fiber in the red flag;
You are a petal in the flower;
You are the clearest drop in the wave!
Youth!
Immortality!
Magnificent!
Look at Private Lei Feng,
one echo for each step,
one song for each step,
sounding through
the endless centuries to come!
Ode to the Monument of Heroes
Comrades walking through Tiananmen Square
Stop your feet
Please raise your head and look up, please take off your hat
Joy and happiness? Forget it for a while
Be quiet in front of the Monument of Heroes
On a day of rain and wind, you'll hear the Yellow River roar
The waves of the twenties.
His gray shirt is shrouded in mist
In the shadow of the lamp, Yin Fu's pen is still rustling
Under the starlight, Ye Ting's sword is sheathing itself
The immortal Wang Xiaohua is still glaring at the grim muzzle of his gun
The faithful Liu Hulan is facing the blood-stained guillotine blade
The wind and sand are long, the wind and sand are long
The wind and sand are forest-like, and sometimes there are forests of sand. In the wind and sand, forests of spears are present and absent
Mist and rain, mist and rain
In the mist and rain, flaming pikes are present
How many heroes are killed in front of the monument
The Nanjing Road, the Xianyang Road
How many angry steps have been put in shackles
Yuhuatai is green, and the Longhuatay is silent
How many chests of steel are in the pool of blood and bloodshed?
How many steel chests have fallen in a pool of blood
How many footsteps have been left in the ancient Huanghe Tower
How many heroes' faces are familiar with the new Pagoda Mountain
The mountain of knives - Jieju Cave
The sea of fire - Shangrao
How many comrades' blood has been spilled in the Jieju Cave?
The blood of many comrades has been woven into a tide of sunlight
Listening to the spring grass after the rain with a step by step footstep
The artillery fire at Jinggang Mountain has stopped and the Red Guards are still on sentry duty
The red leaves along the banks of the Xiangjiang River are clustered, and the insurgent peasants are sharpening their knives
Listening to the sound of the waves set against the laughter of the bold and heroic
The guerrilla fighters in the green net in the Plain of 冀中原are in ambush
The water in the south of China's Yangtze River is the most beautiful part of the countryside, and it is the most famous place in the world.
In the green willows of the southern water towns, the general's horses are whistling
Every road is shaking as we fight for the deer in the Central Plains
Every wave is burning as we cross the Yangtze River
Thousands of ropes have been twisted, but they can't stop the flames from starting a prairie fire
Ten thousand locks can't keep the sun from shining through
Can you hear the voices of the warriors, old comrades
The new comrades, can you hear the voices of the old comrades marching into battle
The new comrades, can you hear the voices of the old comrades? Comrades, can you hear your old comrades' marching horns
Wives, listen to your husbands' last roar
Husbands, listen to your wives' slogans
Sons and daughters, listen to your parents' impassioned song
Parents, listen to your sons' and daughters' bloodshed
How many unfinished words are running through the chests of the martyrs
Do you want to hear it? Can you hear it? It can be heard in front of the hero's monument
A thousand mountains in the north are gathered in front of the monument
Ten thousand waters in the south are gathered in front of the monument
How many whips, how many bullets, how many clubs, how many bayonets
How many tears, how many hatreds, how many blood counsels
How many sacrifices have the forefathers made for today
What is the weight of the burden that will be placed on our shoulders for tomorrow
What is the burden that we will carry? For the sake of tomorrow, how much must we bear on our shoulders
Remember, my comrades, my compatriots
Never forget, millions of men, women, and children
Comrades walking through Tiananmen Square
Stop your feet
Please raise your heads and look up, please take off your hats
The martyrs are looking at us in the eyes
The Heroes' Monument is not a silent one
"Looking at the National Emblem.
The emblem is hot and golden, beside a wide river
is the nation nourished by its mother, the Yellow River
is the sheaves of wheat throughout the land
and the agriculture that haunts my dreams
What I see as the awakening of the Loess Plateau
is the cogs that revolve day and night and move forward forever
is the longing for the great machine expressed by a single condensed gear
that has been the source of hunger for thousands of years. For thousands of years, hunger, poverty, subsistence, abundance
Refracted in agriculture without beginning or end
The thoughts and destinies of a nation intertwined
Tossed on the waves that roll forward
Look up to you, the emblem of the nation! A cog in the wheel
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Representing the desire of the motherland to be strong again
A deep knowledge of the weaknesses of agricultural civilization
I hear countless feet, countless wheels
Rumbling down the avenues of the age ......
On the sublime On the national emblem, I look at
the radiant Tiananmen Gate
and my ears forever echo
a great man born in Shaoshanchong
proclaiming to the world
I see a rising star
seeing the light that all people are looking forward to
seeing the sky and the sea that are opening up
the people who love to work
the people who love to work
the people who love the work of the world
The star symbolizes you
Shining on the national emblem
I see the figures in the fields north and south of the Yangtze River
I hear the labor become a song
Rubbing against the cotton wool thin clouds
Crossing over the wings of the birds
A national emblem is the eternal home of every Chinese
In his whole life
He will be the first to see a star in the sky and the sea.
A national emblem is the eternal home of every Chinese
forever in the hearts of the people
With a broken palm
With a broken palm
I groped this vast land:
This corner has turned to ashes,
that corner is only blood and mud;
this lake should be my hometown
(Spring).
(In spring, the embankment is covered with flowers,
and the tender willow branches have a strange fragrance when they are broken.)
I touched the yellow floating heart and the coolness of the water;
The snowy peaks of this Changbai Mountain are cold to the bone,
The water of this Yellow River slips through my fingers with mud and sand;
The watery fields of Jiangnan are so soft that they... ... now there is only artemisia;
The lychee flowers of Lingnan are lonely and emaciated,
As far as that side, I dipped into the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats ......
The invisible palm swept over the rivers and mountains without hatred,
Fingers drenched in blood and ash, palms drenched in gloom, and the hands of the people who are not in the world are not in the world.
Only the far corner remains intact,
warm, bright, solid and vigorous spring.
And there, I caressed it with my crippled palm,
like the soft hair of a lover, the milk of a child's hand.
I put all my strength in my palm
and pressed it to it, with love and all my hope,
for there alone is the sun and the spring,
that will banish the gloom and bring forth the life,
for there alone we do not live like cattle,
and die like little critters,
but we do not live like animals,
or die like small fry,
or die like small children,
but we do not live like small animals,
because we are not small animals. ...there, eternal China!
"O Motherland, My Dear Motherland"
I am the worn-out old waterwheel on your river
spinning a weary song for hundreds of years;
I am the smoky miner's lamp on your forehead
guiding you through the tunnels of history;
I am the parched ear of the rice paddy, the disrepair of the roadbed, the barge on the silt beach
I am the old waterwheel on your river, the old waterwheel on your river, the old waterwheel on your river, the old waterwheel on your river, the tired song you have spun for hundreds of years.
I am the shriveled ear of rice, the dilapidated roadbed,
the barge on the silted beach,
the rope of the fiber deepened
into your shoulders;
- O motherland!
I am poverty,
I am sorrow.
I am the hope of your grandfathers and grandmothers
who have suffered,
the flower that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years between the sleeves of the "flying sky"
- O motherland!
I am your new ideals,
fresh from the cobwebs of myths;
I am the germ of the ancient lotus under your blanket of snow;
I am your tearful smile;
I am the freshly-painted, snow-white starting line;
the crimson dawn
erupting;
- O Motherland! -- O Motherland!
I am one billionth part of you
The sum of your nine and six hundred thousand squares;
You have fed
The confused me, the thoughtful me, the seething me, with your scarred ***
Then from my flesh and blood
Go and get
Your bounty, your glory,
- O motherland,
my dear motherland!
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