Our hometown is in the field of hope;
Cooking smoke is scattered on newly-built houses,
The river flows by the beautiful village.
A piece of winter wheat, (that) a piece of sorghum,
Shili (yo) lotus pond, Shili fruity.
Hey, cough, yo, yeah, yeah, yo! Ahem!
We have lived in this land for generations,
Be rich for her and prosper for her.
Our ideal is in the field of hope;
Seedlings thrive in the sweat of farmers,
Cattle and sheep grow in the shepherd's flute.
Nishimura spinning, (that) Donggang casting net,
Northern Xinjiang (yo) sows, while southern Xinjiang fights.
Hey, cough, yo, yeah, yeah, yo! Ahem!
We have lived in this land for generations,
Put it on her, put it on her.
Our future is in the field of hope;
People live in the bright sunshine,
Life is different in human labor.
The old people raised their glasses and the children laughed.
Boys play and girls sing.
Hey, cough, yo, yeah, yeah, yo! Ahem!
We have lived in this land for generations,
Be happy for her, be glorious for her.