Modern Poetry
China Ah, I of China
中国啊，我的中国
Jiao Hongxue
You are a dark, dry land
Suffered a crisis for thousands of torture
You are a long old ginkgo tree
Tearful eyes looking forward to the golden harvest
Me, you look forward to camels
Trek in and open up a boundless green
I am your son
I wave my little crayon
You have repeatedly delineate the flames of the Great Wall
My sweet songs
Bay of you many times the waves of the Yellow River
I am young hand
Has repeatedly picked up huge globe
Your skin, kissing and touching the red
I lean in your warm embrace
You are pure and anxious in my pit of the stomach
I am your son
I am your half past six passionate anthem
With the sun rising every day gushing
I'm your first car train crossed the bridge
Unfortunately, hope is also crammed crammed crammed Exploration
With a bleeding heart you have
Warm my frozen soul
With a generous hand you have
I hang up the glow cast dimple tears
You are towering scaffolding towers
Repair the building to the sun and the moon is mine
You are tall, solid converter
And with the torrent of hot metal is my
You are your mulberry silk in the Silkworm
I'm your silver cotton flower in bloom
I'm the hook you plow Arch
Barren land in the modern development
I am your man-made star off
Head into the realm of freedom of the universe
Motherland ah
Now, you gave me
Not A's backbone, hard bones
So, I'll straighten
Hot chest, forehead young
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