Hu Hongwei
You come from the snow-capped mountains, and the spring tide is your style;
You run to the East China Sea, and the stormy waves are your spirit.
You feed children of all ethnic groups with sweet milk;
You roll up mountains and seas with strong arms.
We praise the Yangtze River, you are an endless source;
We are connected with the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother.
You came from ancient times, and the waves washed away the dust;
You run to the future, and the sound of the waves echoes in the sky.
You irrigate the flowery land with pure and clean water;
You have promoted the arrival of a new era with great power.
We praise the Yangtze River, you are an endless source;
We are connected with the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother.