Flowers are blooming everywhere on Hainan Island. How big is our motherland?
Since I met the surging river, I have known my south and north.
Since I knew the big river, I have known my north and south.
? My north and south are very close, so close to each other across the bank.
? My north and south are too far apart for me to measure with my feet.
? The geese fly south, shortening my north and south with their wings.
? Swallows return, holding spring mud to express my north and south.
? My south is also the south of Li Yu and Liu Yong.
? A river of spring water flows eastward, leaving a beautiful past and fragrance like falling flowers.
? When I woke up from my dream, that kind of sadness was fixed in the waning moon in Yang Liuan? It is also destined to be fixed on the sad face of talented people and beautiful women in the south ... My north is also the north of Li Bai and Gao Shi.
? Smoke billowed and horses waved reins. In the snow in August, Hu Tian? Northern soldiers rode horses and drank,
? Is driving into the battlefield of swords and shadows. All the victories and defeats,
? In the end, they all became rows of Populus euphratica under the border crossing Leng Yue. ...
? I walked through Huangshan, Hengshan, Emei and Yandang, looking for my south.
? My south is hidden in the depths of Wupeng boat, Qingshiqiao and oiled paper umbrella.
? In the shadow of Qinhuai River, I stare at my south.
? In the bell of Hanshan Temple, I listen to my south.
? In the soft waves of Fuchun River, I embraced my south.
? My south! Apricot blossoms and spring rain, small bridges and flowing water, and grass grows in Fei Ying.
? I walked through Tianshan Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Changbai Mountain and Taihang Mountain, looking for my north.
? My north is hidden in the depths of loess kilns, window paper and yurts.
? In the Gobi desert where the tide is forbidden, I sing side by side with my north.
? In the snowy Xing 'an Mountains beyond the Great Wall, I meditated and stared at my north.
? In the vast Shanhaiguan, my north and I are strong enemies.
? My north! Lonely smoke in the desert, sunset in the long river, loud and clear.
? People say that I am rich in the south, but the ancient rice fields and thousands of miles of water towns,
? It was the fathers who watered it with sweat and tears, and the reformers who watered it with courage and wisdom.
? Whether it is the famous land of fish and rice, or the small ports such as Shenzhen and Wenzhou, those shining names,
? Actually, it was an early shift, lying on the wrinkles of mom and dad.
? Everyone said that I was poor in the north, but I clearly heard it and heard the revitalization of the old northeast.
? The voice of developing the northwest is rumbling. Hearing the old machine tool that has been breathing for many years,
? I began to sing happily again. I heard the labor horn Ansai waist drum resounding through the Jiuqu Yellow River.
? I heard my father's sonorous footsteps after he brushed away the sweat with his rough big hands. I know, you're awake, my north. ? From ancient times to the present (from ancient times to the present), the surging river is like a string, playing many ups and downs and vicissitudes.
? In the sound of the piano in the southeast wind, my south rain hits the banana, and the lotus fragrance floats lightly, graceful and lingering.
? In the music of the northwest wind, the snow in my north floats on the wasteland, and the waist drum is deafening, dignified and far-reaching. ?
Ah! My south and north! ?
Ah! My north and south!
? Our hometown and paradise forever!
My south and north