Walking from the lofty plateau, I am the snow lotus on the iceberg; Walking from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves, I am a petrel in the sea breeze; Walking from the boundless grassland, I am a young eagle soaring under the blue sky; Walking from the loess slope with seven ditches and eight beams, I am Shandandan, who is fresh and tender by the Yellow River. Ah! I hope China will grow up. We are teenagers in China! Fifty-six flowers are in full bloom, decorating the Wan Li Garden of the motherland. Let the souls of our ancestors proudly marvel: ah! This is my China! This is China boy!