The long March is a long way, and it is stormy. Heroic spirit is superior to the sky, and there are thousands of troops. Sprinkle blood for the humiliation of the country, the truth is there, and the hatred is hard to disappear.
Dreams are broken, windows are pushed, drums are sounded, the moon is bright and fireflies are high. Living in Beijing, I often look forward to returning to Hongzao. Take out your heart to fill in old sentences, write about the past, and stand proudly for thousands of years.
Translation:
The long March is a long road, and it is windy and rainy. However, the morale of comrades-in-arms is higher than the sky, and the momentum of the troops is overwhelming. In order to protect our country from humiliation, even if it bleeds, justice is in our hearts and hatred is hard to disappear.
In my dream, I can also get up and open the window to hear the horn of war. At night, the moon is bright and fireflies are flying in the air. Although I am in the capital, I really hope you can win it back soon. For a long time, I have been proud to write down my thoughts and the past.