(Shu Ting)
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
Motherland, song for you in the name of youth.
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Who is in the richness of the yellow land?
Farming his tenacious name.
Who is in (female) mother's smile?
Let all the suffering fly gently.
Motherland, when I use the name of youth
Song for you proudly.
How to restrain (female points)
Tears of excitement welled up in my eyes.
(female collar 1) but, mom,
Actually, I don't like crying.
(Male collar 1) Make a bright five-star red flag.
Fly high in the east of the world
(female collar 2) I know very well.
As a child of China.
How to take the road of self-improvement
(Male collar 2) I know what dignity means.
Because of my kind mother
There was a hard time.
(Female collar 1) I know what all the struggles are for.
Because of my tenacious mother
With pain and love
Watering the children's solid steps.
(Female collar 2) I'm not crying, mom.
Tears in the eyes are actually a kind of talk.
(Male collar 1) When the majestic national anthem resounded through the sky,
Dragon's blood boils in the body.
Is the only reason I stand up straight.
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(Male) I can't forget your suffering.
My sad mother
Water the ravaged homeland with blood and tears.
(female) I can't forget what you have suffered.
My strong mother
Have a pair of big hands
Pick up the children's bloody heads
Dawn will come at last.
The fire will burn eventually.
A thunder broke the long silent sky.
Your hero's child
Hands hold fiery youth.
Insert the May 4th banner in the fertile soil of the motherland.
Your hero's child.
Crying for scientific democracy in the deep darkness
The Chinese nation is bathed in the magnificent spiritual sunrise.
three
(Male collar 2) I look up at the sky again and again.
(Male collar 1) I kneel to the ground again and again.
(male collar) in the boundless wind and smoke
Generations have been running nonstop.
On the road to freedom and democracy
The pride of passionate children.
(Female collar 1) Juvenile Liu Hulan
Under the enemy's bloody bayonet
be fully confident in
In the good old days
The name of youth is full of smiles.
(Female collar 2) My dear brother
In the face of surging floods
With the arms of youth
Recast the Great Wall of Wan Li.
(Male collar 2) I opened the long scroll of history.
Looking for the eternal answer to the lifelong pursuit
(Female collar 1) I follow the development track of a century.
Looking for China children
The curve of unremitting struggle
(Female) Youth! It is youth!
Let passion burn in life
Burn the flame of hope!
Young man! It is youth!
Let the blood boil in the body
Make an unswerving oath!
(River) Motherland! It's the motherland!
This word weighs more than 1000 Jin.
Let's bathe in the morning sun.
Go!
four
(Male collar 1) Today, we can finally
raise one's voice in song
(Male) Sing the Yellow River and Yangtze River with the voice of angry waves.
Five thousand years of Chinese civilization.
Flowing in our young blood vessels.
(Female collar 2) Today, we can finally
raise one's voice in song
(Female) Singing the Great Wall of Wan Li.
The soul of 9.6 million China.
It is free in our proud eyes.
(Male collar 2) Today, we can finally
raise one's voice in song
(Male) Singing under the bright red flag.
Merits and medals condensed with blood and sweat
(Female collar 1) Today, we can finally
raise one's voice in song
(Female) Singing on the vast Yuan Ye.
Full of dreams, dreams are like black land.
We praise youth.
We sing about our motherland.
We stretched out our young arms to the sky.
Let the flower of peace and justice
In every corner of the earth
Bloom vividly