Look at that vast land, vast and plain.
Great rivers run north and south.
Every spray has an unforgettable past.
Call me, shout to me
Look, this is Jinghai Temple.
We used to raise huge sails.
For a grand dream
From here, sail to the distant horizon.
How many years later, but in the same place.
Let an unequal treaty
Signed a humiliating and difficult century.
Look, that's Jiangdongmen.
The blood of 300 thousand compatriots
Tear the guts out of a nation.
In the most dangerous days of the Chinese nation
Here, an unfathomable sadness.
It's chilling.
Ah, the waves of years pass by us.
She used to be generous.
In order to wash away the suffering of a nation
Every spray is calling and shouting.
I am standing at the top of the mountain.
Look at the sails crossing the river.
Turn all hopes into tall buildings in the city.
Building after building, building after building.
Like a new mountain.
It rose very high.
Our city, our home.
We went through year after year.
Generation after generation of suffering
The land under your feet so far
Still always generous and struggling.
In the long years
Or fall into Xuanwu Lake.
Or the purple mountain bulge.
Today's ancient city is shrouded in clouds.
In this place where the dragon pan tiger lives.
The steel of the past, the shoulders of the modern.
erect
Our horizon
Countless windows
With colored eyes.
Look around day and night.
Look, the sky above us.
How tall, how blue, how brilliant.
I am standing at the top of the mountain.
Look at the years like tide
Day after day, year after year.
Century after century.
This Millennium has just passed.
The new millennium is imminent.
Come to us.
Love the land under our feet.
Under this thick stratum
Buried our ancestors.
Bury their sadness, their happiness.
Buried several generations of pioneers
An unfulfilled wish
Love the land under our feet.
Yesterday's joys and sorrows have faded away.
Just traffic and crowds.
With unwilling lonely call and cry.
Cross the street and walk on the newly widened road.
How many waves rise every day?
He wants to keep his generous yesterday.
He pursues a brand-new year and a brand-new season.
What he pursues is a brand-new and brilliant tomorrow.
I am standing at the top of the mountain.
We, a group of white-haired scientists and technicians.
At this moment.
I am full of emotions and thoughts.
Look, there are no green fields in front of you.
This mountain, this tree, this bridge, this road
This tall building is very tall.
With our blood and sweat.
The courage to have our half-life.
I am standing at the top of the mountain.
Heart, across Xuanwu Lake, across Purple Mountain.
Listen, the horn of great development has sounded.
Modern information is pouring in from all directions.
Like waves and waves.
I want to scientifically design yesterday's blueprint.
Into a passionate poem.
Sing this hard-won today
I am standing at the top of the mountain.
Look at the tomorrow we are looking forward to and calling for.
From a faraway place
Step by step into our sight.
We heard her breathing.
Even felt it.
The fragrance and warmth of her skin.
Don't say our hair has turned white.
Our poetry, the laughter in our hearts.
Will always be brilliant, forever, forever. ...
I hope the landlord will adopt it!