My beloved motherland.

You are a rooster with your head held high, awakening the silence of the dawn.

You are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era.

You are a lion, dancing the glory of China.

You are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name,

That's China!

That's China, my motherland.

My beloved motherland.

When a row of bronze bells rang, the rich and clear left sound and right rhyme went from far to near, and through the long years of 5,000 years and the colorful flower season of 53 years, they rippled in layers on the shores of rivers, rivers, mountains and seas, echoing each other from afar, and condensed a theme in the hearts of hundreds of millions of China people: motherland!

We use the voice of Guan Ju in The Book of Songs; With the rhyme of Qu Yuan's Ode to Orange; There are ancient styles and Yuefu, regular poems and Sanqu; Sing the glory of your magnificent years and your magnificent scenery with Beijing Opera, Shaanxi Opera, Bangzi and ancient porcelain.

We use Yue Fei's Red River, Wen Tianxiang's Song Zhengqi, Lu Xun's Scream and Zhu Ziqing's Back to sing your unyielding backbone, your unyielding dignity and sacredness.

We used the bunch of wild flowers in Qu Qiubai's hand; With Fang Zhimin's share of poverty; With those grass roots in Yang Jingyu's belly; With a patch on Liu Zhidan's chest; Under the oil lamp in front of the coke window; Sing out your tenacity and tenacity, and your soul and spirit with the footprints left on the snowfield of Kong Fansen.

Dear motherland, let's weave colorful lanterns and brocade with the hands of picking EU, tea and mulberry. Let's shout at the throat of the river and sea, sing the national anthem and the flying five-star red flag in the golden morning of the golden season, 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 Kunlun Mountain is rugged. Wan Li mountains and rivers walked in front of Tiananmen Square, past teams of Lei Feng, past teams of Xu Honggang, past teams of Li Xiangqun and past teams of Fang Hongxiao, the most romantic, beautiful and affectionate steps of China people. Get out of the most spectacular phalanx of the Chinese nation! Looking up at the blue sky, "shenzhou spaceship", the space shuttle; Overlooking the earth and the Three Gorges Project is breathtaking.

Dear motherland, five thousand years of implication and accumulation, fifty-three years of sublation and inheritance, an oriental giant can say "no!" " "When you can talk. You have gathered the largest, widest and greatest popularity and prosperity in the world today. No matter how bumpy it is, peace and development are your earnest expectations! You are neither humble nor supercilious, striding at the dawn of the new century with a generous, open, profound and quiet attitude! In the east wind of the 16th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, a new generation of China leaders are forging ahead into the future and leading the Chinese nation to new glories!

My motherland, high mountains and towering peaks overlook the history of wind and rain, and at dusk, the wind and clouds pass by. The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.

My motherland, the river is rushing, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves hit the canyon, which has experienced many ups and downs of fate.

My motherland is vast in territory and abundant in natural resources, and the beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture. The sun sets in the desert, the moonlight is drunk with lotus flowers, and there are still many splendid civilizations shining on the vast land.

My motherland, with its industrious people, 56 caring nationalities, wonderful oriental charm and romantic humanistic customs, has many beautiful and moving legends that have been passed down through the ages.

This is my motherland, this is my beloved motherland. I love your long and splendid history and the flowers on every inch of your land.

I love your beautiful and magnificent rivers and mountains, and I love the tenacity and persistence of your people.

My motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization. You have a sacred name, and that is China! That's China, my motherland. My beloved motherland.

I love my motherland deeply. My beating heart has been beating for five thousand years. I love my motherland deeply. The surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I love my motherland deeply. My yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors. I love my motherland deeply. My black eyes reveal a humble smile. I love my motherland deeply. My strong character is tall and straight. I love my motherland deeply.

My motherland, lovely China, you have created a glorious history and raised a great nation.

I am proud of your long history. Thousands of years of strong winds can't break your tall and straight back. I am proud of your strength, and I have spent years at home and abroad.

I am proud of your light, the Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny, I am proud of your spirit, and the reform and opening up are magnificent.

Lovely motherland, wherever I go, I will hold your arm, and wherever I live, you will warm my heart.

Lovely motherland, you hold the rudder of the new century, and you have created miracles that shocked the world with speed and strength. You have achieved another more brilliant development with diligence and wisdom! Motherland, motherland, you will always be full of hope, motherland, motherland, you will always be full of vitality!

Motherland, my dear motherland, motherland, my dear motherland!

I am an old waterwheel worn by your river, spinning hundreds of years of old songs, I am a miner's lamp on your forehead, and I am a withered ear of rice that you grope for in the historical tunnel; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland!

I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, and I am the flower that will never land between the sleeves of "flying"-the motherland!

I am your brand-new ideal. I just broke free from the spider web of myth. I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow. I am your tearful smile. I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland!

I am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me with scarred breasts, considerate me, and boiled me. Then get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-my motherland, my dear motherland!