The flowers in March fragrant your name,
The light rain in March wet the song.
Your name is not the only one walking side by side with 1963.
Standing at the starting line of 1963, I began to stare.
On the barren land without love,
You are a green tree, a spring flower;
In the starry sky without love,
You are a bright moon and a star;
In the journey without love,
You are a ship, a bridge;
In the winter without love,
You are a spring breeze, a pot of charcoal fire;
Ah, Lei Feng! You are a monument to love,
Flag of love, model of love!
How many people call your name for love,
When the bicycle that knocked down the old man drove away,
When the old lady hobbled along the muddy runway,
When the young people in the workshop dozed off against the wall,
When cement and steel are lost at the construction site ...
How many hearts are missing and shouting-
"Come back, Lei Feng!
Lei Feng, come back! "
Infiltrate the thoughts of March,
Bathed in the red rain in March,
I am infatuated with the story of Lei Feng.
Sing softly—