A breezy autumn wind! Blow! Blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green and autumn purple, and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread them all over the earth!
China, China, your long hair is a thousand rivers, and your tough back is the Wuyue Huashan Qilian Mountain.
Your broad and loving chest is the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau; Your outstretched arm is the barn in the northeast; It is along the Yangtze River; This is the beautiful Pearl River.
Motherland My dear motherland, you are seventy-two years old. Why are you still young, like a cactus in the desert? Floods and beasts are raging, sandstorms and earthquakes are devastating, and snowstorms are frozen and indifferent. You hold your head high, the epidemic spreads tenaciously, and your strong body struggles to overcome all difficulties and obstacles; Protect people's lives.
With the noise of the October Revolution, you quietly came to the magical East. As if it were a group of sunshine of life, it polished the night, and made both confused and expectant eyes see the dawn before dawn. Let a weak heart be as brave and strong as steel. It is you who feed the hungry creatures with sweet milk. It was you who pushed away the three mountains that oppressed the people with strong arms, and you put aside the long-term war. Make China move towards independence.