Poetry on China's Core Values

At first, I believed that soil was fragrant.

Pinch it into this shape in an instant

You are the spirit of Nuwa's foster care.

You are Kuafu's dream of chasing the sun.

Let me walk in front of you.

Bathed in your childlike twilight.

Let me walk hand in hand with you.

Little feet running on the field of hope

Ah, China.

My dream

Dreams are sweet. ...

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China striker

Or, the flag-raising arm is shaking,

Or, the hand that caresses the flag is no longer dexterous,

This is the flag of founding ceremony.

I can't get enough of a beautiful figure!

China, forward,

I am the sentry of your faith,

Generation after generation of loyalty, persistent waiting! !

PS: These two works are being posted in the elevator of our residential property.