The storm is coming and I can't find the road sign in the distance.
The mark of the years left a faint pain.
My motherland is sleeping in a black nightmare.
My compatriots are lost in the sins of war.
The heroic martyr groped on the steps covered with thorns.
The oozing blood and sweat condensed the drops of love.
With a wave of his bamboo pen, Mr. Zhongshan
Break the silence of the night
Full of revolutionary starlight
Let the warmth pass in loneliness.
Bury feudal ethics mercilessly
Angry counterattack, humiliation brought by external forces.
The revival of education in this country with a long history
The flowers of industry are in full bloom in this barren land.
There is still a glimmer of light in the glory.
But the weak life is waiting to die.
Look forward to the future hopefully.
Follow in the footsteps of our predecessors and move forward firmly
No one can change the course of history.
A wanderer crossing the ocean
Mother is calling you back.
Come back! children
No, the child doesn't want to go home.
There are no children who don't love their families.
Bring back the memory of precipitation.
Waiting for the spring in the garden.