Poems like We Love You, China and Song of the Yangtze River better have music, please, Sheila!

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.

I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.

When you grope in the tunnel of history.

I am a withered ear of rice, a disrepair roadbed.

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Stuff it on your shoulder,

-the motherland!

I am very poor.

I am sad

I am your ancestor.

Painful hope,

It's a flying sleeve.

Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years,

-the motherland!

I am your brand-new ideal,

Just broke free from the spider web of myth;

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;

I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;

I am the newly painted white starting line;

This is crimson dawn.

It's spraying,

-the motherland!

I'm one billionth of you,

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;

With your scarred breasts,

raise

Lost me, considerate me, boiling me;

And then from my flesh and blood

get

Your richness, your glory, your freedom;

-Motherland, my dear motherland.