Hu Hongwei
You come from the snow-capped mountains, and the spring tide is your style; You run to the East China Sea, and the stormy waves are your spirit. You feed children of all ethnic groups with sweet milk; You roll up mountains and seas with strong arms. We praise the Yangtze River, you are an endless source; We are connected with the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother. You came from ancient times, and the waves washed away the dust; You run to the future, and the sound of the waves echoes in the sky. You irrigate the flowery land with pure and clean water; You have promoted the arrival of a new era with great power. We praise the Yangtze River, you are an endless source; We are connected with the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother.