I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
B: I have been spinning tired songs for hundreds of years.
A: I am a miner's lamp with a black forehead.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
B: I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the muddy beach.
Qi: Put the string deep.
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
Oh, China, I want to write a poem for you.
"In the golden language of the sun"
A: With the vastness and blue of the sea of hearts.
Oh, China, I want to draw a picture for you.
Use the color of spring flowers.
B: Under the five-star red flag.
Today, the capital China.
It makes people read clearly and smoothly.
Today, a soaring China.
It makes people read more vividly and proudly.
Qi: This is something gushing from the east of the world.
China of Hope
A: This is under the leadership of the China Producer Party.
Brilliant China
This is ours.
Young chinese!
Qi: This is ours.
Young chinese!