Zhu Xiang
We are lambs, jumping over the hillside and the grassland,
raising our voices and laughing.
spread your legs and run;
Liveliness is my opinion.
We are mountain springs,
The white clouds flow down the high shore;
who is the butcher of Jingjing?
It's the clear water that flows into Wei that
deserves our true colors.
we hate old age, and
we hate all decaying things.
We should always,
be warm and brave,
close our eyes until we die.
We are newcomers,
We need to turn over a new song.
Come on, join hands,
Young people's songs are in their mouths,
People in the same trade have a bright future!