While the whole western world, dominating the global totalitarian propaganda is spitting its venom on China everyday, Bian Qin (边芹), a Chinese writer living in France wrote a beautiful poem dedicated to her beloved Motherland China. A free
translation:
translation:
To my motherland
I love you
For your thousand years of endless suffering.
For your unending humiliation.
For the sake of those who have forsaken you in droves.
For the sake of those who have defiled you in order rise to fame and fortune.
I love you
For your thousand years of endless suffering.
For your unending humiliation.
For the sake of those who have forsaken you in droves.
For the sake of those who have defiled you in order rise to fame and fortune.
I love you.
For all the leeches that suck your blood.
For all the moths that corrupt you.
For the endless traitors that betray you.
For the rabid dogs and wolves that bite you everywhere.
For all the leeches that suck your blood.
For all the moths that corrupt you.
For the endless traitors that betray you.
For the rabid dogs and wolves that bite you everywhere.
I love you.
At the moment when loving you becomes foolishness.
At the moment when cursing you becomes glorious.
At the moment when the faithful are betrayed.
At the moment when self-sacrifice is ridiculed.
At the moment when loving you becomes foolishness.
At the moment when cursing you becomes glorious.
At the moment when the faithful are betrayed.
At the moment when self-sacrifice is ridiculed.
I love you.
Even if the whole world says you're ugly.
Even if the filthy spittle swallows you up.
Even if you are tied up in front of robbers.
Even if you collapse and are crushed into mud.
Even if the whole world says you're ugly.
Even if the filthy spittle swallows you up.
Even if you are tied up in front of robbers.
Even if you collapse and are crushed into mud.
I love you.
Together with your natural disaster-ridden land.
With your hot and cold seasons.
With your poor and harsh geography.
With your unfaithful people.
Together with your natural disaster-ridden land.
With your hot and cold seasons.
With your poor and harsh geography.
With your unfaithful people.
I love you.
I don't need you to give me an extra look.
I don't need you to give me rewards and medals.
I don't need you to stop and wait for me.
I don't need you to lean over and apologize to me.
I don't need you to give me an extra look.
I don't need you to give me rewards and medals.
I don't need you to stop and wait for me.
I don't need you to lean over and apologize to me.
I love you.
Not the symbols, emblems, flags
Not for your gold, silver and riches
Not for your countless gold-diggers
Not for your flag-waving cheerleaders
Not the symbols, emblems, flags
Not for your gold, silver and riches
Not for your countless gold-diggers
Not for your flag-waving cheerleaders
I love you.
No matter how hostile the foreign land.
No matter where I live, no matter where I die.
No matter if I forget my name and lose my language.
No matter how long the road back home is lost and I never return
No matter how hostile the foreign land.
No matter where I live, no matter where I die.
No matter if I forget my name and lose my language.
No matter how long the road back home is lost and I never return
I love you.
Just waiting for the day when you stand up.
Just waiting for the day when you dry your tears.
Just waiting for the sun to rise for you.
Just waiting for the stars to shine for you.
Just waiting for the day when you stand up.
Just waiting for the day when you dry your tears.
Just waiting for the sun to rise for you.
Just waiting for the stars to shine for you.
I love you.
Like a shadow chasing its master.
Like a leaf growing on a tree.
Like a grain of sand washed into the sea.
Like a breath searching for a breather.
Like a shadow chasing its master.
Like a leaf growing on a tree.
Like a grain of sand washed into the sea.
Like a breath searching for a breather.
I love you.
Even if this is the last threshold of hell.
Even if this is the last passenger of a sinking ship.
Even if the gates of heaven were closed to me forever.
Even if every inch of the earth rejects me.
Even if this is the last threshold of hell.
Even if this is the last passenger of a sinking ship.
Even if the gates of heaven were closed to me forever.
Even if every inch of the earth rejects me.
I love you.
In the crowd that cries out for you
I am the silent, invisible group.
In the floods that turn away from you
I am the stone under the water that stands firm.
In the crowd that cries out for you
I am the silent, invisible group.
In the floods that turn away from you
I am the stone under the water that stands firm.
I love you.
I've dreamed so much.
I've traveled so far.
I can't change into anything else.
I can only be a ghost that clings to you.
I've dreamed so much.
I've traveled so far.
I can't change into anything else.
I can only be a ghost that clings to you.
I love you.
This is my invincible instinct.
This is my reason to live and die.
This is the shadow of my past life and my present life.
This is the echo of my first breath.
This is my invincible instinct.
This is my reason to live and die.
This is the shadow of my past life and my present life.
This is the echo of my first breath.
I love you.
Though there is nothing at the end of the world.
Though poets have gone to their graves.
Though the birds have ceased to sing
Though the flowers have faded into the ground.
Though there is nothing at the end of the world.
Though poets have gone to their graves.
Though the birds have ceased to sing
Though the flowers have faded into the ground.
I love you.
I am the weed in the wilderness that never withers
I am the pebble in the river that is embedded in the silt.
I am the crack in the rock that cannot be cut by the axe.
I am the fine sand on the dune that's there for an eternity
I am the weed in the wilderness that never withers
I am the pebble in the river that is embedded in the silt.
I am the crack in the rock that cannot be cut by the axe.
I am the fine sand on the dune that's there for an eternity
I love you.
Let me grind the dust to brush your name.
Let me become wind and rain to wash your name.
Let me become the air that surrounds your name.
Let me change my voice into a note and sing your name.
Let me grind the dust to brush your name.
Let me become wind and rain to wash your name.
Let me become the air that surrounds your name.
Let me change my voice into a note and sing your name.
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