Qu: Word:
How many dreams have been hidden after five thousand years of wind and rain?
The yellow face and black eyes have the same smile.
Eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers are like songs.
No matter where you come from, no matter where you will go.
The same tears, the same pain
We left our sufferings in our hearts.
Same blood, same species.
Have a dream in the future. Let's explore together.
Hand in hand, I walk forward with my head held high, regardless of you.
Let the world know that we are all from China.