Poetry, I'm coming, Yan Chen.

I'm coming.

Like a wild goose,

Singing enthusiastically,

From the desolate desert,

Across the Wan Li sky,

Come to the team with a vivid smell of gunpowder.

I'm coming.

Flowing from Xiangshan valley

Cold spring,

Jump over rocks, over dams,

Cross the river, cross the river,

Run towards the vast

A rough sea.

I'm coming.

Like a vagrant,

Through the road of hunger and cold,

On the road of persecution,

Beyond insult and cruelty

The dangerous road is paved,

With a handful of bitter tears.

Throw yourself into the arms of a loving mother ...

I'm coming.

With a long acacia,

Long-term love

I'm coming.

With silent pride,

And unstoppable laughter from the bottom of my heart ...

I'm coming!