When the torch is on the road,Our hearts are together.You with different skin colors,They give us silent support when we march!

When groups of international students sing the national anthem for you,Time to cheer for you,I know that our Chinese community has united and united.

When you are in a wheelchair and use your weak body to protect the fire,In the blurry and moist eyes, I suddenly felt that sometimes a person is also a country,The motherland is so far away yet so close----Friendly and warm .

Facing the sudden wave of aggressive comments,Facing a world and neighbors that are suddenly unfamiliar to us,You and I are still walking firmly on the rugged road that all justice and civilization must pass.Just the dream of our ancestors for hundreds of years,The light of the holy fire that will not regret for thousands of years,Giving us courage,Let us love those who are hostile to us"Them"'s power!

In London,In Paris.I want to thank you.When you knocked down and subdued the separatists who wanted to snatch and extinguish the light, everyone present and us who loved peace and justice applauded with approval and gratitude.

When the unknown old Chinese man stood by the highway and expressed his longing for the motherland, when the excited international student facedCNNWhen the man who wanted to take a shot of the separatist flag stood up and waved the huge five-star red flag, we burst into tears again.

There is also the rented plane flying over the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. The banner it carried was fixed in the hearts of all descendants of Yan and Huang forever the moment it crossed the sky……

The holy fire is still on the way, and we will accompany it all the way. Holding her up, it feels like the motherland is in your hands.

Looking at your determined eyes, we at home feel a little comforted. Suddenly I felt that those two words behind us were so warm and kind.

Let me tell you something: Motherland! We are all here!