Spring tide is your style.
You ran to the East China Sea.
Turmoil is your soul.
You use sweet milk
Cultivate children of all ethnic groups
You use your strong arms
Roll up mountains and seas
We praise the Yangtze River.
You are the source of infinity.
We are connected with the Yangtze River.
You feel like a mother.
You come from ancient times.
The huge waves washed away the dust.
You run to the future.
The sound of the waves echoed in the air.
You use pure water
Land of watering flowers
You use your great power
Promote a new era
We praise the Yangtze River.
You are the source of infinity.
We are connected with the Yangtze River.
You feel like a mother.
Yellow river pine
I stood at the top of the mountain,
Looking at the rolling Yellow River,
Run southeast.
Tao Jin is on the rise,
Set off a turbulent wave;
Turbid flow turns around,
Form a nine-song chain;
From the foot of Kunlun Mountain,
Run to the yellow sea;
Put the central plains land
Split into two sides.
Ah, the Yellow River!
You are the cradle of the Chinese nation!
Five thousand years of ancient culture,
Originated from you;
How many heroic stories,
Play by your side!
Ah, the Yellow River!
You are great and strong,
Like a giant
Appears on the plains of Asia,
Use your heroic body
Build a barrier for our country.
Ah, the Yellow River!
You're depressed,
Huge,
To the north and south banks
Stretch out a thousand iron arms.
The great spirit of our nation,
Will be cultivated by you
Carry forward and grow!
Heroes and sons and daughters of our motherland,
Will learn from you,
As great and strong as you!
As great and strong as you!
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River.
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, flows slowly,
Margaret lives in a tall building by the sea.
She looks at you, and when spring is not over,
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, my voice.
How long has it been, season after season,
Margaret and I miss each other,
You know, although you are always silent,
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, flow slowly.
The grass is green, and today is just like before.
There are birds singing, rain, golden flowers,
We just can't have what we have,
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, is my worry.
Margaret had to look out of the window,
At that time, her heart was very different.
At that time, our days were forgotten.
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, flow slowly.