Pursuing the past spring;
Like a thriving young tree,
Chasing rain and dew and sunshine. Pursuing you, extending the flowing water of Ding Dong,
Chasing you, pear blossoms in jujube garden,
Pursuing you, the head of reclamation in Nanniwan,
Pursuing you, the place where Yang Jialing gave a speech. Rows of tall buildings have mushroomed,
A piece of household appliances is dazzling;
We said goodbye to the shabby hut forever,
But I can't forget the warm heatable adobe sleeping platform in Yan 'an cave. The space shuttle explores the mysteries of the universe,
The electronic computer plays a wonderful symphony;
We lost the old cow and the broken car without hesitation.
But we can't lose the backbone of Baota shan's indomitable spirit. Yan 'an, your spirit is brilliant!
If I lose you once,
It's like having no soul,
How can we spread our wings and fly to a better future? Ah! Yan' an, I pursue you,
Pursuit of faith, pursuit of golden ideal;
Pursue warm and beautiful spring scenery;
Pursuing the light, pursuing the fiery red sun.