I pursue you, like a returning swallow, pursuing the spring of the past; like a thriving young tree, pursuing the rain, dew and sun. Chasing you, the tinkling water of Yanhe River, Chasing you, the fragrance of pear blossoms in Zaoyuan, Chasing you, the hoe of Nanniwan land reclamation, Chasing you, the venue of Yangjialing's speech. Rows of high-rise buildings are springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain, and household appliances are everywhere; we say goodbye to the dilapidated thatched huts forever, but we can never forget the warm earthen kangs of the cave dwellings in Yan'an. The space shuttle explores the mysteries of the universe, and the electronic computer plays a beautiful symphony; we do not hesitate to throw away the old cow and the broken car, but we cannot throw away the backbone of the pagoda top.
Yan'an, your spirit is brilliant! If I lose you once, I feel like I have no soul, and of course it is impossible to spread my wings and fly towards a better future. Yan'an, I will inherit you, pursue faith, pursue golden ideals, pursue warmth, pursue bright spring, pursue light, Chasing the fiery sun.