中国,我的中国就在这泥土里。我张口,感到空虚;我呐喊,更觉渺茫。唯有踏踏实实地站在这土地上,我才感到名符其实的充实。我分明看得清是一粒粒土组成了这片土地,而我又分明看不清有多少粒土组成了这片土地。这,就是中国。中国的先民,把泥土从东边运到西边,垒成高大厚实的城墙宫殿,保卫着一个王朝。天子就在这泥土围成的城墙中间,而那时,天子就是 China, my China is in this earth. I opened my mouth and felt empty; I cry, but feel slim. Only when it is time to stand on this land, I feel truly fulfilled. I clearly see is a grain of soil formed this piece of land, and I clearly see how much of the soil composed of this piece of land. This is China. China’s ancestors, the soil transported from the east to the west, into a tall, thick walls of the palace, defending a dynasty. The Son of Heaven is in the midst of this wall of clay, when the Son of Heaven is