1. Praise you, sea, rich and beautiful sea,
You are connected with water and sky, and deep in You Lan.
Your unpredictable scenery,
Let me yearn for you affectionately.
I love your beautiful scenery, sea.
You surf on the shore, petrels fly,
The sea breeze blows the white sails on the horizon,
Sunglow makes you wear clothes in Phnom Penh.
Sea, I love your mind that embraces all rivers.
You are open-minded and passionate,
Put the flowing water of the land, rivers,
Bring it into your boiling heart.
Sea, I love your quiet and peaceful harbor.
You stretch your back, hug the boat,
Like a kind mother,
Shake your child to sleep.
O sea, I love your huge waves,
You punish evil and promote good,
Put all the ugly things in the world,
Use your giant palm to purify the funeral.
O sea, you are my dream place,
You are vast and magnificent, with infinite scenery,
How I want to use a hymn,
Sing to you affectionately!
Second, give Ikezhao to the sea.
Poetry also expresses love, and painting also expresses love.
What I can't express is my deep affection for the sea.
Endless is the support of the sea.
Never pay attention to it, never blame it.
Meet everything on earth.
Expand an incomparably broad mind
Never tired, never slack off.
Running around the clock.
Singing so lightly.
Never young, never old.
Show the red sun to the world every day.
Elegant demeanor, who also offers waves to heaven and earth.
Not afraid of wind and rain.
Who cares that the sea has set off ten vicious rings?
The sea still gives everything an antai.
It seems dull, but in fact it is heavy.
Hundreds of millions of lives have been raised here.
Man has walked out of Schumann's cradle.
Return from the sea to the sea
Watching the sea is like going home.
Open your arms and jump into your mother's arms.
A loyal soul with an innocent face.
Accept everything enthusiastically when it comes.
And ascend to irrigating creatures.
Never show off, never bid.
There are great talents under Pinghai.
There are mountains higher than those on the mainland.
Three parts land and seven parts sea.
This is the proportion of the blue planet.
Our bodies are arranged in this way.
Metaphors are often associated.
Motherland Party and Mother
All that can carry everything is the sea.
Infinite reverence and worship
Because the sea has a broad mind.
Because the sea leads us to surge.
Third, the sea has fallen asleep and the wind has stopped.
Lang stopped laughing,
late night
The sea is asleep.
She holds the bright moon,
She has stars on her back,
That gentle tidal sound,
It's her snoring in bed.