spinning a weary song for hundreds of years
I am the smoky miner's lamp on your forehead
shining on you as you snail through the tunnels of history
I am the parched sheaf of rice; the dilapidated roadbed
the barge on the silty beach
threading the fiber rope deep
into your shoulders
O Motherland, China has changed in every decade.
-- O motherland!
I am the poverty
I am the sorrow
I am the hope of your ancestors
Pain
The flower that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years between the sleeves of the "flying sky"
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O motherland! - O motherland
I am your new ideals
fresh from the cobwebs of myth
I am the germ of the ancient lotus under the blanket of snow
I am your smiling nest of tears
I am the freshly-painted, snow-white starting line
a scarlet dawn
that is erupting
-- O motherland
I am the flower that hasn't fallen to the ground for thousands of years.
-- O Motherland
I am one billionth of you
the sum of your 9.6 million squares
You feed
the confused me, the deep-thinking me, the seething me
with your bruised breasts
then from my flesh and blood
Get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom
-- Motherland
My beloved motherland
When the lofty Huabiao puts on the dawn of the upright body, and when the majestic Tian'anmen Gate ushers in the stormy clouds of the rising sun, history's ears are filled with the news that the sun has risen. The ears of history, came the rumbling echo of the salute, that mountainous echo, is the echo of the vicissitudes of China's great changes. A giant looked down on the world, and the whole world heard the loud voice, the People's Republic of China was founded! When the first five-starred red flag rose, the flag of victory, in the clear air fluttering in the wind, the people raised their heads, the whole world saw, the Chinese people stood up from now on! This history has gathered grandeur, coloring the sunshine of October to its heart's content, and this grandeur is impassioned, building a monument that stands in the east of the world. The glorious epoch, with a strong hand, has written a splendid chapter of the new China, and the people are proud to point out the mountains and rivers. Suffering mother, wipe away the tears in the eyes, showing the joy of the heart from the heart, the motherland boldly towards prosperity and strength. Eulogizing our history, the myth of Pangu's opening of the heavens and the earth, bursting with the light of life. Eulogize our history, the glory of the four great inventions, sown on this barren land. Acura our history, there is the Laozi Confucius of the holy Ming, thousands of years of civilization of the sacred fire to illuminate us. Eulogize our history, silk and porcelain traveled far and wide, who all know that this is from our homeland. Eulogize our history. That the smoke of wolves, the Terracotta Warriors and soldiers in a mighty formation. Acura our history, that the majestic towering, the Great Wall of China's strength. ...... Acura our history, millions of years of ancient land, has left how many songs and tears of sadness, that the sick man of East Asia a hundred years of shame hat, finally thrown to the Pacific Ocean, we realized the dream of reorganization of the river and mountains. Fifty-four springs and autumns, the beautiful land is in full bloom. For fifty-four years, we have enjoyed the poetry of the picturesque Jiangshan River. For fifty-four years, the rumbling iron oxen have been combing the fields and rolling out the joy and singing of the harvest. For fifty-four years, the oil-poor country has arched its iron and steel spine, and oil derricks have towered over the sandy seas and oceans. For fifty-four years, a rainbow has crossed the Yangtze River, and the majestic Three Gorges Dam has locked up thousands of miles of vastness. For fifty-four years, the red clouds of the "two bombs" have pierced the dome of the sky, and one satellite has traveled in space. For fifty-four years, the people's army has been powerful and strong, defending the motherland's rivers and mountains with iron walls and bronze walls. For fifty-four years, the people have been riding the winds of reform to realize the great revival of the Chinese nation. ...... across our future, on this sacred land, the power to shock the world, glory and pride glowing with splendor. The motherland, I am proud of you, the splendid culture of the Chinese nation, into the long river of history, always in my chest stirring. Motherland, I'm proud of you, wonderful magical land, once again sprouted the hope of taking off, the history of
My motherland,
Mountains towering,
Majestic peaks overlooking the history of the winds and rains,
Dark twilight,
Remaining winds and clouds swept 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 the history of tumbling,
The rapids courageous,
Wash away a hundred years of dirt,
The shocking waves beat the canyon surging up the bumps in the destiny of the number of.
My motherland,
The land is vast,
The beautiful scenery has nurtured a magnificent traditional culture,
The desert is closed to the sun,
The moon is drunk on the lotus,
How many bright civilizations on the vast land are still glittering.
My motherland,
People are industrious,
Fifty-six nationalities are together,
The splendor of the Oriental charm,
Humanistic style of the flow,
Thousands of beautiful and touching legends have been passed down through the ages.
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 tenacity and perseverance.
My motherland,
My motherland which I love y.
You are the rooster ----- waking up the silence of the dawn,
You are the dragon ----- rebuking the winds and clouds of the times,
You are the majestic lion ----- dancing the majestic winds of the Divine Kingdom,
You are the origin of the human wisdom ----- igniting the starry flame of civilization.
You have a sacred name,
that is China!
That is China, O my motherland.
My country which I love y.
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,
Yellow skin bears the color of the ancestor's legacy,
The yellow skin bears the color of the ancestor's legacy,
This is China.
I love my motherland y,
Black eyes show a humble smile,
I love my motherland y,
Strong character stands up to the spirit of Tarzan,
I love my motherland y,
Vast sea border is filled with 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 gale force winds could not break your back,
I am proud of your strength,
Resisting the internal and external troubles to break through the years of wasted time.
I am proud of your brightness,
The Chinese nation has its own destiny firmly in its hands,
I am proud of your spirit,
Reforms bravely forward to open up the magnificent.
Lovely motherland,
Wherever I go,
I hold your arm of strength,
Wherever I live,
You warm my heart.
Lovely motherland,
You hold the rudder of the new century,
You use the speed, you use the strength,
Creating the miracle that shocked the world.
You use hard work, you use wisdom,
conducted another more brilliant pioneering!
Motherland, motherland,
You are always full of hope,
Motherland, motherland,
You are always vigorous!
Ringing the row of copper bells, thick and clear left and right rhythms from far and near, through five thousand years of long years and fifty-three years of colorful season, in the river, the water of the Mae, the mountains of the sun, the sea, ripples, resounding echoes, in the hundreds of millions of Yanhuang children's hearts to condense a theme: the motherland motherland! With the singing voice of Guan Ju of the Book of Songs, with the rhyme of Qu Yuan's Ode to the Tangerine, with ancient styles and musical compositions, with legal poems and prose compositions, with Peking Opera and Qin opera, with clapper clappers and drums, we sing of the splendor of the magnificent years of your history, and sing of your indomitable dignity and sanctity. We sing your soul and spirit with the bouquet of flowers in Qu Qiubai's hand, with the poverty in Fang Zhimin's body, with the patch on Liu Zhidan's chest, with the oil lamp in Jiao Yulu's window, and with the footprints on the snowy plains left by Kong Fansen. Dear motherland, let us weave the colorful doors and flower beds and the colorful lamps and cloud brocade with the hands of picking the vetches, tea and mulberry; let us sing the national anthem and the fluttering five-starred red flag in the golden season, the golden morning, and sing the surging passions that have surged from morning to night for thousands of years. The Yellow River is fierce, the Yangtze River is strong, Taishan Mountain is majestic, Kunlun Mang, ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers walk through the Tiananmen Square, walk through a team of Lei Feng, walk through a team of Li Xiangqun, walk through a team of Fang Hongxiao ... out of the Chinese people's most scenic and most flavorful pace, out of the Chinese nation's most spectacular and most magnificent square formation! Dear motherland, five thousand years of containment and precipitation, fifty-three years of abandonment and inheritance, a giant in the East to the point where you can say "No!", can speak. It's time to speak. Regardless of the winds and waves, it is like walking leisurely, peace and development is your fervent expression of the heart. You are striding boldly and openly at 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!
If I were to sing a song,
I would sing "I Love My Country".
If I were to draw a picture,
I would draw "My Motherland".
If I were to write a poem,
I would write "Singing the Praises of the Motherland".
Today,
I am writing a poem.
I want to sing the praises of my country,
of her beauty.
Because she treasures the Great Wall of China and the Terracotta Warriors and Horses;
Because she is the mother of Suzhou, Hangzhou and Guilin;
Because she owns Xishuangbanna and the Xisha Islands.
I want to sing the praises of the motherland,
singing the praises of her strength.
Because we have realized the dream of spaceflight;
Because we have succeeded in bidding for the Olympic Games;
Because we have joined the WTO.
I would like to sing the praises of the motherland,
Singing the praises of her soul.
Because she nursed Lei Feng and Lai Ning;
Because she nurtured Zhou Enlai and Deng Xiaoping;
Because she created Sima Qian and Xu Beihong.
Ah, Motherland!
Millions of rivers are your hair,
Mountains are your green blood,
The water of Dongting Lake is your bright eyes,
The Tibetan Plateau is your stiff spine,
Beijing is your beating heart,
Guilin mountains are the emerald on your head,
The earth is your garment, dotted with plum trees and peonies. The earth is the clothes on your body.
I would like to turn into a poem, a painting, a song,
and sing your praises forever:
My mother, the People's Republic of China.
Chinese Dragon, take off, the 21st century is your starring stage!