Poet: A Hai in Spring City
Hold the hand of the Great Wall again.
Still drinking a thousand years old wine.
Hold mom's hand again.
My son's tears will never flow again.
I want to say goodbye to my previous weakness.
Go ahead and don't look back.
No matter how many rivers there are in the world
What I like best is the eastward flow of the Yangtze River.
Come on, China! Let's move forward together.
Come on, China! We are our own mainstream.
Not afraid of others, no longer flinch.