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; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland
Young China
With boundless night as ink
Use the scarred land as paper.
After the opium war
who is it?
Write down two words-China.
It makes people feel depressed and tired.
It is more painful to read and more sad to read.
This has shrunk in the history books of the late Qing Dynasty.
Thin porcelain.
The one kneeling in the treaty of nanking.
Weak country!
On that day, countless young people
Take to the streets.
Face the drop of blood
Facing the bleak life
Their shouts were like thunder.
Stir this sleeping land
They are like bundles of flames.
Spread on a tortuous road
Beautiful flowers bloom in May.
Since then, they have joined the ranks of * * * producers.
They chose without hesitation.
Smash the darkness with a hammer
Harvest the light with a sickle
They walked along the street.
They crossed the Xiongguan Pass.
They galloped on the battlefield.
They fought bravely against the enemy.
They are going to use the gun rod as a pen.
Write a brand-new China.
They want blood as their color.
Describe a young China.
Many years later.
When my eyes crossed the peak of history
I can still feel their breathing.
I saw it again.
I saw it again.
Youth groups
That sweaty face
I heard it again.
Their loud songs.
Reverberating on the barren land
They use their youth without regrets.
In the long years
Write a love poem
Yes, years are long and life is long.
This is a passionate poem.
This is a landscape full of flowers.
This is a magnificent symphony.
This is the monument of Top Gun.
Oh, China, I want to write a poem for you.
In the golden language of the sun
The vast blue of the heart sea
Oh, China, I want to draw a picture for you.
With the color of spring flowers
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.
This is breaking out in the east of the world.
China of Hope
This is under the leadership of the China * * * production party.
Brilliant China
This is ours.
Young chinese!
This is ours.
Young chinese!