Traditional Culture Poetry in English

Ode to the Motherland 1 The years have carried the footsteps of history, the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization, and at the beginning of the century, I thought of the motherland, and was filled with the feeling of the motherland, and here I sing for you. The motherland, the motherland, you are the accumulation of a thousand years of history, and the confluence of civilization's springs. You are the waterfall at the mouth of the Yellow River, the snow on the Tianshan Mountains, the heavy and deep, the broad and wide, the mighty river, your breath, the boiling ocean, your blood, the theme of the world, the whole of my life, the motherland, the motherland, the motherland, the cry from the Tiananmen Square, the flame of socialism, the clarion call of the People's Revolution, a sail to ride the waves, strong and confident, progressing and progressing, the wind and the waves, the wind and the waves, and the waves, and the waves. Strong and confident, progressive and avant-garde, your wisdom is alive in the blueprints of socialism, your vitality in the rising sun in the East, the creator of the world, the practitioner of socialism, the motherland, the motherland, you are the spring breeze on the shores of the South China Sea, the sunrise in the small village of Luohu, the railroad track on the Tibetan Plateau, a set of derricks in the Tarim oil fields, your vision, your wisdom, your wisdom, your wisdom, your wisdom. You are the visionary, the bold, the daring, and the great change in a small fishing village is proof of your boldness. The smiles on the people's faces are a testament to your greatness. Motherland, you have created life and transformed the world. Motherland, motherland, you are the flag of world peace, the messenger of progress of human civilization, and the defender of truth. You are the champion of truth, the mother of your children, you are upright and fraternal, strong and kind, the people of the world admire your heart, the children of China are grateful for your motherly love, the motherland, you have soothed the wounds of mankind in the war and sent the dawn of peace, the motherland, the motherland. We are proud to be your sons and daughters, we are proud to have such a motherland. Better tomorrow for the world, better tomorrow for mankind, better tomorrow for the motherland! The poetic name that permeates every season of your life, the white dove that wakes up the first morning of October under the blue sky! O motherland, I have loved you too much for too long ...... O October! My motherland, please give me a torch to follow in your footsteps, to make every dream dripping with sweetness, to make every singing voice stained with golden notes, on the day when you are approaching-- please spread out the colorful clouds in the sky for me, and I'll inject eternal vitality into your Weiweiwei. The first October is always like a hot tear falling from a flower stained with echoes, the sound of the country's footsteps walks through your heart and extends to the most exciting and exciting places. In my heart, you are not just a green island to rest on, you are a red cloud that I can follow to the beat of the mountains, valleys, fields, paths, and the sea, and October has been enriched by countless failures and successes! Motherland ...... For whom does October wear its crown?　On the first morning of October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the afterglow of danggui and the vibration of harvest drums, and I recalled the sounds of history on the white jade carvings, and thought of the fluttering clouds, the ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains, and how could I not be imbued with a good character and integrity? In the rising October, a thousand sails have sailed, and my song, my motherland, has transformed into a flock of soaring pigeons, and is vibrating, vibrating, vibrating, vibrating, vibrating, vibrating, vibrating, vibrating, vibrating. I'm the shriveled ears of rice, the dilapidated roadbed, the barge on the silted beach, the cords of the fiber strangling deep into your shoulders, O motherland! I am poverty, I am sorrow, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, I am the flower that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years on the sleeve of the "flying sky"-- O Motherland, I am your new ideals, freshly freed from the cobwebs of myth, I am the germ of the ancient lotus under the quilt of snow, I am the dimple of your smile, with its tears, I am the new brush of your eyes, and I am the newest, the newest, the newest, the newest, the newest. I am the freshly painted snow-white starting line, the scarlet dawn that is erupting-- O Motherland, I am one billionth part of you, the sum of your 9.6 million squares, and you have fed with your scarred *** the confused, the thoughtful, the boiling me, and from my flesh and blood I will obtain your riches, your glory, your freedom-- O Motherland, my dear. -- Motherland, my dear motherland.