My old and young mother,
You are burdened with the vicissitudes of history
You have come from ancient times.
You are full of national shame and resentment.
You are flowing under the snow-capped mountains that will last for thousands of years.
you are wrapped in thunder and electricity-
the impact of ice and fire,
suffering like a phoenix's nirvana.
From the source of the trickle to the mouth of the baili beach,
riding the unstoppable momentum of Ma Benteng to the sea.
Yellow River-
My ancient mother!
how many times have you recorded the rise and fall of the Chinese nation?
once upon a time?
Your riddled riverbed is
full of poverty, pain, tears, blood, shame,
confusion and sadness
from a hair to white hair.
Never forget without thinking!
sadness!
sadness!
sadness!
despite all the hardships,
despite the tearful eyes,
but you!
Yellow River-
My strong mother!
you are always firm with your unyielding backbone!
despite the twists and turns of the Yellow River,
you can't lose your direction of rushing into the sea.
Who has ever experienced the deep affection and attachment of-
the silkworms are endless until they die ____
the wax torch turns to ashes and tears are not dry?
who has ever experienced-
the persistence of not hitting the south wall and not looking back?
who has ever experienced-
the stubbornness of not seeing a coffin without shedding tears?
Who has ever experienced the feat and sorrow of never dying until you reach the Yellow River? _ _ _
Never dying when you reach the Yellow River?
only you!
Yellow River-
My indomitable mother.
Count the people who have suffered in the past dynasties.
Look at the changing situation, like emperors and princes.
Eight years of Anti-Japanese War,
Ten years of turmoil,
Twenty-five years of reform,
Five thousand years of cultural accumulation ...
Yellow River-
My profound mother!
it can only be you!
forgive your children's blindness,
fanaticism, ignorance, fantasy and hesitation.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan.
I'll go up and down for it.
Yellow River-
My humiliating mother!
please show your children the way!
you always go in one direction.
the east!
the east!
the east! Where the sun rises.
A handful of fire ignited your body of 9.6 million square kilometers.
Eight Diagrams from Nine Palaces,
Four Books and Five Classics,
Thirty-six Strategies,
Sun Tzu's Art of War,
Tang Poetry and Song Poetry,
Chu Ci, Han Fu and hundred schools of thought ...
have all become the cultural nutrition for your children to grow up.
shed a handful of tears to my beloved land!
Yellow River-
My great mother!
your brawny children!
Swear by pointing to the sun:
Let your dreams have wings!
make sure that reality is no longer a fantasy!
Fishing boats from Jiangnan water town sing late,
to Frost in Bashang Plateau.
from the black land under Changbai Mountain,
to the source of the Yellow River on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
from Ma Touqin in the Mongolian Plateau,
to Wan Li in Nansha Islands.
from the blazing fire in the north and south of the Great Wall to the human dream of leaving Pinghu in the high gorge of the Three Gorges Dam.
The Loess Plateau has filled its gullies and gullies.
Why should Qiangdi blame the willows!
outside Yumenguan, it has become a rice granary with a bumper harvest.
"I like to see thousands of waves of rice",
The north of Lingnan Ridge is soaked with attractive rice,
The millet in Henan and Hebei is ripe with golden color.
The ancient Red Cliff has drained its past blood,
It has turned war into friendship-
The past conquest is no longer a battlefield for killing.
When your sons and daughters of 56 nationalities use their bones and muscles to turn into swords,
When your soldiers patrol and stand guard for you on the snowy plateau,
When your people kneel and kowtow to you step by step,
When your son beats the drums of vibrating mountains and rivers for you,
When your daughter dances a cheerful yangko and rings the waist drum,
When your body becomes a pearl of world attention.
Yellow River-
My powerful mother!
you will be proud of your diligent and intelligent children _ _ _
!
Yellow River-
My great and magnificent mother river!
No matter where you go,
your children with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin-
he will always sing for a long time-
that song!