It is your hope that calls me.
Yellow River-
My old and young mother,
You bear the vicissitudes of history.
From ancient times.
You are full of national humiliation and resentment,
Flowing under the snow-capped mountains that have remained unchanged for thousands of years.
You're wrapped in lightning-
The influence of ice and fire? ,
Suffer the ordeal of phoenix nirvana.
From the source of the trickle to the estuary of Libai Beach,
Push Ma Benteng to the sea.
I remember my youth.
How happy we are.
Floating in your arms
Kiss the flowers on the water.
It's your wonderful singing.
Accompany me to grow up.
Ah!
the mother river,the yellow river
It was your milk that raised me.
When I leave you
How disappointed we are.
I don't know how many times I have dreamed.
I can feel your sadness.
Why is your milk reduced?
Who changed your appearance?
Ah, mother river,
mother river
What affects me is your fate.
I will come back to you.
I will never leave you again.
Let me wipe it off gently with my hand.
Your old tears
Let me use all my love and life
Repay everything you have given me!