Yesterday, this was a village.
Life has been like this for many years.
Poverty and backwardness plague people,
Modern civilization is so far away.
Dad works in the field in the morning.
In the smoke, grandma is cooking by the fire.
The children rolled around in the straw,
The girl picked up a rickety sunset from the stream. ...
Ah, just a few short years,
The change is beyond people's imagination.
This village on the border of the motherland,
Miraculously changed his appearance.
The expressway replaced the muddy ancient road,
The dilapidated adobe house became a factory building.
The children's playground is full of laughter.
Colorful fountains are decorated like fairyland.
Anyone here? Where are the people I know?
Did you leave the place where you lived for generations?
No, they didn't leave their motherland.
I see familiar faces everywhere here.
They drive trucks and transport cement, steel,
Holding a leather bag, negotiating with foreign businessmen to set up a factory.
Learn the knowledge of hybrid rice with light,
Dance and sing to the music.
Instead of just looking at your feet for three meals,
The eyes of exploration have crossed the border and shot in all directions.
From appearance to heart,
Just like the colorful new city in DC.
This is the farmer who once faced the loess with his back to the sky.
Reform and opening up have given them wings,
Like Chun Yan flying in the field,
It conveys new information and depicts beautiful spring scenery.
[Education textbook 10]
Yesterday, this was a village.
Life has been like this for many years.
Poverty and backwardness plague people,
Modern civilization is so far away.
Dad works in the field in the morning.
In the smoke, grandma is cooking by the fire.
The children rolled around in the straw,
The girl saw the swaying sunset from the stream. ...
Oh, just a few short years,
The change is beyond people's imagination.
This village on the border of the motherland,
Miraculously changed his appearance.
The expressway replaced the muddy ancient road,
The dilapidated adobe house became a factory building.
The children's playground is full of laughter.
Colorful fountains are decorated like fairyland.
Anyone here? Where are the people I know?
Did you leave the place where you lived for generations?
No, they didn't leave their motherland.
Familiar faces can be seen everywhere in the special zone.
They drive trucks and transport cement, steel,
Holding a leather bag, negotiating with foreign businessmen to set up a factory.
Wandering in the ocean of knowledge with light,
Dance and sing to the music.
Instead of just looking at your feet for three meals,
The eyes of exploration have crossed the border and turned in all directions.
From appearance to heart,
Just like the colorful new city in DC.
This is the farmer who once faced the loess with his back to the sky.
Reform and opening up have given them wings,
Like Chun Yan flying in the field,
It conveys new information and depicts beautiful spring scenery.
For reference only!