One,
Rivers are rushing and the sea is surging.
South China, Pearl River Delta,
In spring, the cocoon breaks into a butterfly,
Guangdong-Hong Kong-Macao Greater Bay Area was born.
Second,
Huacheng, Guangzhou and Yuexiu Mountain have beautiful scenery.
Zhenhai upstairs, overlooking the Pearl River, gushing,
Wuyang stone carving sits quietly in the flowers of time.
Watching butterflies fly and bees dance,
Gaudi Street, Beijing Road, Shangxiajiu,
Winding from the old street corner.
Neon lights flashing, crowds surging,
Under the vast starry sky,
Sing a shiny song.
Third,
Zhaoqing, Dinghu Mountain has moonlight like water.
Qixingyan put ancient legends,
Write a love song.
Grinding ink in an inkstone,
Write new fu.
Fourth,
Chancheng Foshan, the person who prays for blessings,
Light the incense of the ancestral temple,
Take bodhi as a thought.
Hard working hands,
Rub out the soil repeatedly,
A ceramic life.
Five,
Shenzhen, the giant of China coming out of the fishing village,
Weave the splendor of spring.
Sailing on the waves,
Eagle soaring in the sky, flapping the wind and waves,
This wave has lifted the city to a new height.
Six,
Dongguan, stand up from the smoke of Humen,
Have a pair of hardworking and intelligent hands,
A machine that carves time.
Build a world-class factory,
Raise the sails made in China.
Seven,
Huizhou, above the West Lake, is full of stars.
Suspect that a mirror fell into the world,
Hold half the city's mountains in your arms,
The scenery on Mount Luofu is beautiful.
Sitting on the green hill listening to the tide.
Eight,
Zhuhai, the light of the sun, moon and shells,
Shining in the fisherman's eyes,
The waves stretched out their soft arms and beat the coast.
Like mom humming a lullaby,
Let the baby sleep.
Nine,
Jiangmen Wuyi, hometown of overseas Chinese,
Overseas Chinese have traveled all over the world.
Put a patriotic heart.
Put a homesickness,
Built on the watchtower in my hometown.
Ten,
Zhongshan, the hometown of great men,
Listen to loneliness.
A saltwater song sings the rhyme of a new era,
Strolling in Zhong Xing Road, strolling in Zimaling,
Wandering in May, show your majestic posture,
Qiaogu Road smells agarwood.
An inclusive and loving heart,
There are ripples in the water waves of the Qijiang River.