June? The lake is full of lotus flowers;
June? The south wind blows rosy clouds.
There are so many festivals in a year,
Today belongs to all of us.
Open a smiling face like a flower,
Put on a colorful dress,
Sing a sweet song,
Thanks to the mother of the motherland.
June? There are white doves flying all over the sky;
June? There are suntanned sunflowers.
They congratulated the red scarf,
The future is like a beautiful picture,
Dance like a swan,
Hang a rose-like snuff,
Beat the team drum like spring thunder,
Thank you, mom!