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Ode to the Ancestor

When a row of bronze bells is rung, the rich and clear left sound and right rhyme go from far to near, and through five thousand years of long years and fifty-three years of colorful flower season, there are layers of ripples and echoes in the river continent, the sun of the mountains and the shore of the sea, which condenses a theme in the hearts of hundreds of millions of Chinese people:

We sing the glory of your magnificent historical years, your unyielding dignity and sacredness with the voice of Guan Ju in The Book of Songs, the rhyme of Qu Yuan's Ode to Orange, the ancient style and Yuefu, the metrical poems and Sanqu, and the Beijing Opera and Shaanxi Opera, Bangzi and Guci.

We sing your soul and spirit with the bouquet of flowers in Qu Qiubai's hand, the poverty in Fang Zhimin's body, the patch on Liu Zhidan's chest, the oil lamp in front of Jiao Yulu's window and the footprints left in Kong Fansen's snowfield.

Dear motherland, let's weave colorful flower beds and colorful lanterns with the hands of picking roses, tea and mulberry. Let's sing the national anthem and the flying five-star red flag in the golden season and golden morning, and sing the passion that has been surging for thousands of years.

The Yellow River is fierce, the Yangtze River is strong, Mount Tai is strong, and the Kunlun Mountain is vast. The mountains and rivers of Wan Li pass by Tiananmen Square, past teams of Lei Feng, past teams of Li Xiangqun, past teams of Fang Hongxiao … out of the most beautiful and amorous steps of China people and out of the most spectacular and magnificent phalanx of the Chinese nation!

Dear motherland, with 5,111 years of implication and accumulation and 53 years of sublation and inheritance, an oriental giant can say "no!" When you can speak. Regardless of the wind and waves, it's better than walking around. Peace and development are your heartfelt wishes. You stride boldly at the dawn of the new century! In the east wind of the 16th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, a new generation of China leaders are carrying forward the past and leading the Chinese nation to new glories!

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my motherland,

my beloved motherland.

You are a cock with your head held high-awakening the silence at dawn,

You are a soaring dragon-dominating the times,

You are a majestic lion-dancing the glory of China,

You are the origin of human wisdom.

You have a sacred name,

and that is China!

that's China, my motherland.

my beloved motherland.

I deeply love my motherland.

My beating heart is beating for five thousand years.

I deeply love my motherland.

Surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.

I deeply love my motherland.

My yellow skin is printed with the colors left by my ancestors.

I deeply love my motherland. <

My motherland,

lovely China,

You have created glorious history,

You have raised a great nation.

I'm proud of your long history.

Thousands of years of strong winds can't break your tall and straight back.

I'm proud of your strength.

I've weathered the years against internal and external troubles.

I am proud of your brightness,

The Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny,

I am proud of your spirit,

The reform has gone forward courageously and the opening up is magnificent.

Lovely motherland,

No matter where I go,

I hold your arm,

No matter where I live,

you warm my heart.

lovely motherland,

you hold the helm of the new century,

you use speed, you use strength,

you create miracles that shock the world.

You used hard work and wisdom,

and made another more brilliant development!

motherland, motherland,

you are always full of hope,

motherland, motherland,

you are always full of vigor and vitality.