Mother land
Although I am not a great poet,
I am writing poems now and then.
Nobody finds for you equivalent,
Nothing matches my hometown.
I'm not jealous of somebody's happiness,
I keep writing poems silently might.
Thinking about the homeland destinies,
Sometimes I wake up in the night fright.
Your stone does not affect my hips,
Blue meadow, coastal lake, green carpet.
Every time you breathe fresh air sips,
The breath opened like a blue sky target.
The universe is like a sea weaves,
There will be a change soon crack.
When the belly of the white camel bursts,
We will go out and take the homeland flag.
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