The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle.
Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.
Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold in the iron bars.
I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.
Motherland, my dear motherland.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice, a disrepair roadbed.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Stuff it on your shoulder,
-the motherland!
I'm poor,
I'm sorry,
I am your ancestor,
Painful hope,
It is a thousand-year-old flower between Tian Fei's sleeves.