Laughing all the way,
March on the barren hills,
Spring has dyed our feet green.
The hoe jingled,
Played a tree planting ballad;
The stream is swift,
Moisten the saplings.
Wherever we go,
Wear a green robe wherever you go,
Thousands of years of exposed rocks,
No longer scorched by the hot sun.
Accompanied by trees,
The barren hills become lush;
The wind caressed the Woods,
Play music for the mountains.
The deer came to the shade,
Enjoy quiet and cool;
Ants continue to work,
Sing for this green.
Gophers come out of the ground,
Look at the green umbrella to block the sun for it;
Eating green mulberry leaves,
Silkworm girl misses wings and flies.
The river at the foot of the mountain is no longer turbid and roaring.
Become clear and beautiful;
Stone and sediment don't want to escape any more,
Because the caress of the river makes them very comfortable.
Step on the spring breeze,
Laughing all the way,
Travel all over the mountains and rivers,
Spring has dyed our feet green.