Counting the youngest in the city.
It's beautiful.
Let people fall in love at first sight
Not a mirage.
Not Penglai wonderland
This is a grass and a tree.
It is condensed by blood and sweat.
You said it was a city.
But it has rural scenery.
You said this country.
But there are many factories.
In the lush forest
It's rows of factories.
In the song of birds
There is the sound of a motor.
The air is so fresh.
Smell the fragrance of the country
The breeze is blowing gently.
Set off green waves
It's like a pioneer
Bathe in the sunshine.
Facing thousands of miles of Gobi
Eyes flashing with hope
More like a soldier.
Revolutionary enthusiasm is high.
Give the order.
Just dash forward.
Construction sites are everywhere.
The sound of labor is boiling.
My heart follows the carriage.
Fly and roll on the gravel road
Sunny day, snowy day
At dawn, at dusk
360 days a year
I watched it 36 thousand times
Because it's always moving forward.
Always change your appearance.
Because I passed by this city.
Witnessed the development of new China.
-Ai Qing's Young City