Ah, the Yellow River, the mother river of the Chinese nation,
You come from the snow-capped mountains,
I know, simplicity is your nature.
At this moment, I stand beside you,
Feel the spiritual shock you brought me.
Quiet, quiet
Mysterious light and shadow are projected on the water,
The horizon retreated to the edge of time and consciousness,
Thousands of voices are silent in the depths of the bare plain.
Avoid your rolling waves,
I am listening in a drop of your water.
The voice of the sage comes from ancient times,
Ups and downs are sacred traces of origin.
Listen,
The water is beating,
This is an inviolable appointment and power,
Make women look like water,
Men are surging.
The turbulent waves record the eternal passage,
The sound of bells and drums in the depths of running water.
I know, that's
That's the principle of life that you convey to the world in the form of running water, which is guarded by waves.
I clearly remember,
You lit up your first face,
You lit your first dream,
You are in charge of all the fruits of autumn,
It is a platform for you to pass on the Millennium historical story to future generations.
There you are, running all the way east.
You are here, with the ups and downs of the masses in a hurry.
You have come, bringing with you princes and nobles and down-and-out homeless poets.
Here you are, bending into an unyielding soul of a nation with your gentleness and courage.
Love life,
You fell from the sky.
Moisten all the way, nourish all the way,
I praise you, ancient river!