This is where you fly your dreams,
This is the place where you realize your dream, and your dream is still far away. ...
You came from the snow,
Brush away the snowflakes,
Leave your solid footprints in the snow;
On the green Yuan Ye,
Have your dream of sowing.
You come from the spring rain,
Wipe the rain off your face,
Your generous arms appear in the roaring factory building;
Among the brilliant flowers,
Have the dream you look forward to most.
You come from summer,
Brush the sweat off your forehead,
There is your firm belief on the small workbench;
In the fruitful fruit,
Have your truest dreams.
You come from the autumn wind,
Brush off all the dust,
There are tears of your joy in the harvest season;
In the hot season,
Dream your dreams!
How many years of hard work,
How many years of struggle,
From blue to white hair,
How many dreams have you failed to realize?
Walking through the snow, paying labor.
Welcome the spring breeze and sow the future.
All summer, sweating profusely.
Welcome the golden autumn and reap the fruits.
Cheerful music,
Sing an accompaniment for you in loneliness,
In the barren canyon,
Because of your existence, you are full of energy and spirit.
This is where you fly your dreams,
This is the place where you realize your dream, and your dream is still far away. ...
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