what! My Homeland

I am poor,

I am sad.

I am your ancestor

Painful hope,

Is the "flying" sleeve

Flowers that have not fallen on the ground for thousands of years;

- The motherland!

I am your new ideal.

Just got rid of the mythical spider web;

I am the germ of your snow quilt;

I am the dimple of your tears;

I am the newly started snow white starting line;

Is the dawn of blush

Spraying thin;

- The motherland!

I am one of your billions.

It is the sum of your 9.6 million square feet;

Your scarred breasts

Feeding

Confused me, thinking about me, boiling me;

Then from my flesh and blood

Go to

Yours; riches, your glory, your freedom;

- the motherland,

My dear motherland!