I come from mountains and rivers.
From the Himalayas
From Daxinganling
I silently cultivated the grass tips and leaves.
Just for green, green.
Golden happiness
And colorful world.
Whether in the fields or in the countryside.
Whether in town or on the street.
Whether in the mountains or plains.
Whether in the desert or on the beach.
There are my footprints.
I was all there.
I long for the magnificence of the sea.
That's my endless yearning
Looking forward to the surging of the Yangtze River and Yellow River.
That's my dream.
I envy the tranquility and serenity of this lake.
That's my hometown.
I admire colorful waterfalls.
That's my struggle.
I spill my love into the sky.
The sky is covered with rainbows of seven colors.
I left my feelings to the desert.
There is a charming oasis growing in the desert.
I am a drop of water, a drop of ordinary water.
With the spring breeze, I am not lonely.
Encouraged by the summer rain, I am not sad.
Autumn is the most worrying, and I am not sad.
With the support of winter snow, I am not bored.
I am not as precious as pearls.
Not as dazzling as gold.
Not as shiny as diamonds.
But I believe that as long as I am here.
There would be no desert in the world.
There would be no famine on the earth.
As long as I'm here
Cycas can blossom in one thousand years.
Dead trees can germinate after ten thousand years.
I am a drop of water, a drop of ordinary water.
No one appreciates it, no one praises it.
No one envies, and no one sings.
But I don't feel inferior, I don't despair and I don't give up.
I believe that one day, people will definitely think of it.
That drop of ordinary water
Behind the prosperity
In the melody of prosperous zhanghua.