Lyrics: Chen Xiaotao composed by Gan Lin.
Singing: Chen Haitao
Grandpa, he has been to Yan 'an, and the Long March has covered 25,000 Li.
Carrying a rifle, eating millet, and burning a fire with kerosene lamps.
Going to Yan' an, going to Yan' an, the old seven heads opened up a new world;
Go to Yan' an, go to Yan' an, and spin the morning light in the east.
Dad, he went to Yan' an to find the true meaning of life in those years;
By the ditch, people came to rest in the ravine, and sweat penetrated the yellow land under their feet.
Go to Yan' an, go to Yan' an, build high thousands of feet and take root in the soil;
Go to Yan' an, go to Yan' an, be afraid of the wind and rain.
Today, I also went to Yan 'an to pursue that unforgettable past.
A string of footprints and monuments, one after another, drunk the mountains and rivers.
Going to Yan' an, going to Yan' an, the earth hole warms the pace of progress;
Go to Yan 'an, go to Yan 'an, Yan 'an spirit illuminates the world. ...