Like swallows flying back,
Pursuing the past spring;
Like a thriving young tree,
Then pursue the rain and dew and the sun.
Pursuing you, the tinkling water of Yanhe River,
Chasing you, pear blossoms in jujube garden,
Pursuing you, the head of reclamation in Nanniwan,
Pursuing you, the place where Yang Jialing gave a speech.
Rows of high-rise buildings have mushroomed,
A piece of household appliances is dazzling;
We said goodbye to the shabby hut forever,
But I can't forget the warm heatable adobe sleeping platform in Yan 'an cave.
The space shuttle explores the mysteries of the universe,
The electronic computer plays a wonderful symphony;
We lost the old cow and the broken car without hesitation.
But we can't lose Baota shan's indomitable spirit.
Yan 'an, your spirit is brilliant!
If I lose you once,
It's like having no soul,
How can we spread our wings and fly to a better future?
Ah! Yan' an, I pursue you,
Pursuing faith, pursuing the golden ideal,
Pursuing warmth and beautiful spring scenery,
Pursuing the light, pursuing the fiery red sun.