Fan Wenyi:
If I am a broken ship in the Wang Yang, I will also point out the way forward with a worn-out mast. This turbulent sea, this never-ending raging wave, and the dazzling sun that fell at this time, landed from the turbulent heart. Then I sank, and even the tarpaulin was trapped in the sea. Why do I often have wounds? Because I love the sea deeply.
Fan Wener:
If I were an eagle, I would also fly high and look at the land moistened by rivers, where there will always be laughter and love, and the warm spring breeze blows the earth. The friendliness contained in mountains and rivers. Every day there is a dawn of hope on the horizon. Then I got old. Even the feathers have lost their luster, and the talons have lost their sharpness and cold light. Why is my chest full of hope? Because I was deeply shocked by the power of life.
Fan Wensan:
If I were a bird, I should also grope with broken feathers, which is 9.6 million square meters warmed by the love of hundreds of millions of people. China people's blood will always flow in this river, this powerful heart that will always beat and those eyes that come from time. And then I died. Even the songs have melted into the land. Why are my eyes always full of hope? Because I love this infinite earth deeply. My golden thoughts are buried here.
Fan Siwen:
If I were a drop of water, I would also sing with a clear voice: the yellow land illuminated by dawn, the Yellow River we always believe in, the struggling Yangtze River and the Great Wall stretching across Wan Li. Then I disappeared, and even the water vapor melted into the surging passion. Why don't I have regrets? Because I love this China!
Fan Wuwen:
If I were a tree, I would take root in this rich land: the mighty Yangtze River and Yellow River, endless mountain plains, rich mineral resources and lush forests. Then I grew up, and every branch stretched out into the sky. Why should I grow into a towering tree? Because I love this place.