Wan, from ancient dust.
Roar, in a peaceful home
Singing and dancing are the strength of thousands of China people in Qian Qian.
Be able to resist foreign aggression
The sound of gongs and drums filled the air from all directions.
Wash away the hidden pain of the old world
Thousands of pairs of eyes looking forward to the light.
For example, long-term drought of rice seedlings.
Longing for a clear spring
A single spark is the South Lake Red Boat.
Ignite the belief of struggle
A groan of a nation's pain
Has been lower than the height of a grass.
Snow mountain grassland, let the phoenix nirvana.
Hammer and sickle are suffering.
Shine the light of Cheng Liang.
Creeping Adam's apple
Over Nanchang, this song will be sung.
Let the long-lost cry shine in the East.
After wind and rain, bathe in suffering
A deeply buried seed thrives into a towering tree.
Implant hope into the land of China
In eight years in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, fought bloody battles.
In the loess of Xibaipo, it grows into a backbone.
When all the jackals are driven out of the house
Fallen vagrants will return one after another.
When the dawn devours the darkness
A colored beam will pass through the backbone of history.
Pick up the memory of suffering and ride the wings of October.
Make a declaration at the Tiananmen rostrum
It resounds all over the world, and the descendants of the dragon.
Look at my land in China. Spring will stay forever.