I am a tree growing on the bank of the Yellow River.

I am a tree growing at the foot of the Great Wall;

I can tell many stories,

I can sing a lot of songs.

This mountain taught me to stand higher,

I am determined;

The sea taught me to be generous,

I will always live upright;

Every ray of light, every drop of dew,

Give me a beautiful heart;

The scorching sun, the vast snow,

Casting the character of my struggle;

I support

Free air and free wind,

In me, will, strength and ideals,

Closely combined together.

I am a part of the vast field, a part of nature,

The United States and I are a whole and inseparable.

I belong to the people, to history,

I long for the whole world.

As our * * * home!

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Whether it is red, yellow or black soil,

I will live tenaciously and passionately.

Where there are children crying, I go,

Embrace them with soft branches,

Give them red apples;

Where the old man moans, I go,

Holding their yellow, black and white cocoon-shaped hands,

Give them warmth and make them happy.

I want to take off the dazzling stars,

For the newly-married bride,

Make shiny earrings;

I want to hold the soft clouds,

For hard-working mothers,

A handkerchief for wiping sweat.

Rain and snow are falling-

I stretched out my arms and covered their low hut.

Be their umbrella,

Let everyone have a quiet dream;

Moonlight is like water—

I will play the harpsichord;

When they come back from work, comfort their tired bodies,

Sing for them.

I fought sandstorms for them,

I protect them from lightning and fire.

I welcome so many bugs-

Little bee, little mantis,

Play with me;

I hugged so many birds—

A feathered bird with a long bill and a long tail,

Build a nest on my shoulder ...

I fantasize that one day,

I can shed milk and honey,

Even without alcohol,

And can be opened.

Various colors, shapes and smells.

Flowers ... can grow on the sea,

I can grow up in the air,

Living and growing in a barren land

Besides, I fantasize:

I

Next door is wasteland and vast desert;

Because there's no-

Rough hands, dark back, shiny sweat,

That's where I should go,

Be their servants,

Know how to know yourself,

How to make them live and work happily.

I believe that one day,

I'll never see-

My eyes are blue with hunger,

Shoulders tremble when sobbing,

And swollen and deformed legs, feet and arms. ...

People, if I suddenly forget you,

My heart will wither,

Like fallen leaves,

Spin in the wind

water channel ...

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I am proud, I am a grass.

I am a grass in Tang poetry,

I am a grass in Song Ci,

I've heard many legends,

I have brushed a lot of clouds.

The wind of war taught me to pursue freedom,

I will embrace the ideal upward;

The spring rain taught me to moisten things quietly,

I will always pay silently;

Keywords verse, neologism,

Give me a beautiful heart;

All the way to the border, it rained in the south of the Yangtze River.

Casting my broad mind;

I hugged—

Blue sky and the open sea,

In me, ideals, dedication and blood,

Close, close combination.

I am a part of poetry, a part of painting,

I and the United States are a whole and inseparable;

I belong to the past, to the future,

I long for all the roles,

It has become the carrier of our complaints.

Whether in English, French or Arabic,

I will sing heartily.

Where there is a cry of parting, I will go there.

Remind them with the ubiquitous figure,

Let them hope to meet again;

Where there is a groan of pain, I walk there,

Soothes their yellow, black and white vicissitudes,

Give them warmth and make them happy.

I want to keep the crystal dew,

For newborn babies,

Be their innocent eyes;

I want to embrace the breeze,

For vagrants who go out,

Write letters they miss.

Spring, March-

I stretch my waist and soften their feet,

Make their carpets,

Let everyone have a soft dream;

Filariasis in July-

I played a cool song,

Wipe their foreheads sweating from picking mulberries,

Play for them.

I feel natural for them,

I soothe their hearts.

I welcome so many partners-

Rain flute, pipa, guzheng,

Compose with me;

I hugged so many tourists—

People who saw me off, returned from afar and went to the battlefield,

Life is like a play around me.

If one day, I die, I will fall peacefully in people's memory.

My ring contains my thoughts and information,

I wrote a chapter of brilliant sunshine,

The songs of the years played by people around you;

You can even find the lights out, the lights out,

And the happiness and joy I am proud of. ...

This is my compliment to Chicheng,

That is my gratitude for kindness;

If you bend down, you will hear,

Every cell of mine is whispering:

Let me turn into coal as soon as possible

-Black coal deposited underground,

In order to give the world in the future.

Pure light,

Hot heat!