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Mother”.
When I was still a child at the breast,
I never thought of molding clay figures, or playing hide-and-seek,
Nor of the sky and earth,
But I had a vague impression:
“There is nothing in the world
As sweet as my motherland’s embrace.”
From the remote border region,
I crossed the Yangtze and Yellow rivers:
Though I haven’t been to the Changbai Mountains,
I whisper to myself in my heart:
“There is nothing in the world
As sweet as my motherland’s embrace.”
Tibet
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