We are your good children.
Born under your red flag
Growing up in your arms
I have known love and hate since childhood.
I was not afraid of the wind and rain since I was a child.
Grow up through struggle
Can bear a heavy burden.
Motherland, motherland, I love you.
We are your good children.
You taught us to love labor.
You taught us to love learning.
Have lofty ideals, lofty aspirations, lofty aspirations.
Spread your wings and fly thousands of miles.
Vow to be the successor of the revolution
Give you a red heart.