Motherland, I am proud of you.
When the magnificent huabiao,
Let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn,
When the majestic Tiananmen Square,
Let the clouds meet the rising sun.
The ear of history,
The salute rumbled,
An avalanche of echoes,
It is the echo of the changes in China.
A giant looks down at the world,
A loud voice,
The whole world heard it,
People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded!
When the first five-star red flag Ran Ran was raised,
Flag of victory,
Flying in the wind of the sky,
People looked up,
The whole world saw it,
The people of China have stood up since then!
This period of history embodies greatness,
Indulge in the sunshine in October,
This momentum is full of passion,
A monument stands in the east of the world.
A glorious era,
With strong hands,
He wrote a glorious chapter of the new China,
People proudly pointed out the direction.
Suffering mother,
Wipe the tears from your eyes,
Show your inner joy, be happy sincerely,
The motherland bravely moves towards prosperity.
Praise our history,
There is a myth that Pangu created the world.
Generate the light that shines with life.
Praise our history,
There are four great inventions,
Sow on this barren land.
Praise our history,
With the wisdom of Laozi and Confucius,
The flame of thousands of years of civilization has illuminated us.
Praise our history.
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In the warm wind season, the sky is as clear as washing.
Catkin flying all over the sky, falling in the quietly budding earth.
Young life squirms in the soil.
Burst music is flowing in my heart.
Young man, we have an unchanging oath.
Young people, we will firmly look at the further starting line.
From the moment we set out, we were destined to chase the rising sun.
A determined and confident face, waiting for the dawn of victory.
Hold that drop of sweat tightly and let tears flow on your face.
Just for the moment when the applause rang.
Youth has no regrets, since I chose the blue sky, I chose to fly.
Even if one day there will be a pair of wings that bleed blood.
Since we have chosen struggle, we have chosen wind and rain.
Even if there are thorns on the road in the future
Since we have chosen the path of life, youth has decided it.
Youth is doomed to struggle and impermanence after our choice.
Youth, since it has been chosen, has ushered in hardships.
Youth, after our choice, becomes gorgeous and brilliant.
Look, the beating flame is the full bloom of youth.
Listen, jubilant footsteps are the voice of youth chasing dreams.
Blood is tireless in young people's bodies.
Passion is strong and light on the limbs of young people.
Let's sing the hymn of youth.
Cheering all the way, singing all the way, chasing dreams and running away.
I hope it helps you.