Through the eyes of history
We stood on the shoulders of the years and looked down.
In the stormy waves of Hukou of the Yellow River
We heard the eternal passion.
(Female) In Xue Hai, Mount Everest.
What we stare at is a kind of true purity that has not changed for thousands of years.
Qin soldiers and horse servants in tunnels
We feel a kind of boldness and depth.
(Together) Ah, the motherland
You are the land under your feet.
(Female) This used to be a mountain and river full of horses and chariots.
It was once a giant that stood tall in the Qin and Han Dynasties.
This used to be the ruins of the watchtower looted by Eight-Nation Alliance.
It used to be a place to eat chaff and swallow vegetables thousands of miles away.
You are a land of perseverance and self-improvement.
(Female) You are the mother who gave birth to me and raised me.
Through the eyes of history
We stood on the shoulders of the years and looked down.
In the blue waves of Nanhu Lake
We witnessed the birth of a giant.
(Male) A sickle roared and cut off all the shackles of the old world.
The hammer calls for a new dawn in China.
Look, red azaleas are all over Jinggangshan.
It's a chapter in Chu Ci that amazed Li Sao.
(Male) Listen, the sound of guns over Nanchang is crisp.
It is a charm that makes the bronze terracotta warriors and horses stunned.
Yangtze River, give me strength and let me grow.
Yellow River, give me wisdom and make me mature.
Mount Tai, the Great Wall, gave me a stalwart body.
Give me unlimited power.
Let me sweep away the dark world.
(Female) In the warm embrace of the motherland.
I learned how to face difficulties and hardships.
It is a solid arm of the motherland.
Lift me up.
Like a flying dragon
Standing in the east of the world
(Together) Ah, the motherland
You're amazing.
You raised the children of Qian Qian heroes with milk.
You watered this fertile land with sweat.
You have cultivated our firm belief with hard work.
You declared the end of the old times with a cry.
You are the endless motivation in our life.
You are a safe haven for children to return from a long voyage.
Through the eyes of history,
We stand on the other side of the future and look back on the past.
(Female) In the incense of Mazu Tempel.
We heard the songs sung by Qizi.
In the blue waters of Danshui Bay
We smelled the scent of bauhinia.
The motherland is marching on the road of the new century.
We strung the stars with songs.
A tunnel through time and space
Hang it in the sky.
May you always hear your child's voice,
Motherland, our great mother.
You are coming to the new century.
March towards your tomorrow again.
(female) Bless you, motherland.
Your people bless you.