My motherland, with lofty mountains and majestic peaks overlooking the storm and rain of history, is in the twilight, letting the clouds pass by. A solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.

In my motherland, the river is rushing, and the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, rushing forward bravely, washing away the pollution of a hundred years, and how many bumps of fate have occurred when the stormy waves hit the canyon.

My motherland is vast in territory and abundant in natural resources, and its beautiful scenery breeds magnificent traditional culture. The sun sets in the desert, the bright moon is drunk with lotus flowers, and how many splendid civilizations are still shining on the vast land.

in my motherland, the people are hardworking, 56 ethnic groups care for each other, the oriental charm is wonderful, and the humanistic style is romantic. There are many beautiful and moving legends circulating through the ages.

this is my motherland, and this is the motherland I deeply love.