Knock, knock, knock. ...
Oriental ceremonies bombarded the sky with loud noise.
It is the thunder drum of Chinese national awakening.
It awakened the oriental lion who had been sleeping for a hundred years.
It started the long-stranded China ship.
It has focused the attention of the whole world.
It hurts the delusion above.
Happy smiles are blooming on the faces of hundreds of millions of people in China.
The exciting tide is surging up and down in people's hearts and flowing everywhere.
The ship set sail against the wind and waves.
Our poet captain stood at the bow and stared thoughtfully.
His poems are romantic, heroic and full of power.
His decision is like his poem.
Our big ship defeated the behemoths of the East.
Our big ship scared away the black bears in the north.
Our big ship hurt the fat elephant in the southwest.
Our poet captain is in high spirits.
We respect him as a great leader and we praise him as the king of romance.
He raised his arms and shouted for our big ship to fly.
He spun around in circles to accumulate strength.
But he's too authoritative.
Our big ship rocked with it.
Our poet captain, keep spinning.
Will his great energy.
We have some old ships and we have lost our way with the rotation.
Our poet captain has come a long way.
Our ship is full of heavy sadness.
Our big ship is still spinning and lost.
An old man in his seventies was sitting on the stern deck.
He has been smoking there, thinking quietly.
He suddenly stood up and gathered the eyes of the whole ship.
This is the old man, whom we call the old captain.
Take over the heavy rudder and take over the hope of the ship.
Listen-cheer, sing.
We have some old ships and started a new voyage.
Some of us who are confused have rekindled new hopes.
Woo, woo, woo. ...
The whistle blowing through the sky attracted the attention of the whole world.
Our old captain taught mantis in Central South a lesson.
Our old captain said loudly that "sovereignty is not negotiable"
Our old captain wrote this magnificent movement of reform and opening up.
Our old captain played the century symphony that unified China.
Our old captain waved his hand and didn't want an idol of personal worship.
Our old captain, don't tie Guoan to one person.
Our old captain, are you wandering in the sky at this moment?
Our old captain, you'd better protect our big ship and sail in the right direction.
Our old captain, you watch our captain grow taller and stronger.
"The goddess should be safe when the high gorge comes out of Pinghu."
This is the wish of the poet captain.
The majestic Three Gorges Dam spans the Yangtze River.
"One country, two systems" is the symphony of the old captain.
Hong Kong and Macao are singing in the embrace of the motherland.
Beijingers pay for the Yangtze River water every day.
Shanghainese enjoy Xinjiang every day.
The Olympic flame was lit in ancient Beijing.
Charming night, gorgeous fireworks in full bloom.
Our hearts are also lit by the Olympic flame.
Our dreams also bloom in the magnificent night.
Tall and handsome "Long March Flying General"
Back up the beautiful "Chang 'e Girl"
Through space, flying over our Millennium dream.
Jump to the distant and mysterious moon.
With so many beautiful mountains and rivers, China is picturesque.
Flowers are in full bloom inside and outside the Great Wall.
Central Plains North and South Miao Zhuang.
The water of the Yellow River falls from the sky.
The Yangtze River flows eastward.
Every corner of the country is so vast.
How magnificent the mountains and rivers are
There are tigers whistling in the mountains.
Far away in the blue sky, look at that eagle flying with wings.
On the green grassland, horses are running and galloping.
In the hot desert, camel bells jingle.
On the loess high slope, it is so bright to travel to heaven.
On the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the train runs very fast and the cattle are wandering slowly.
In the remote hut, the morning mist fills the air and the birds are singing happily.
In the countryside of the plain, chickens bark and dogs bark, and the smoke in the kitchen smells good.
On the seashore of the South China Sea, fishermen are busy setting sail.
In the tea garden on the mountain, it is the peasant woman who is busy picking tea.
On the edge of the city, factories have mushroomed.
In the bustling city, people and vehicles flow like a flood.
In a bright city at night, in a park or square
People dance and sing loudly.
Look, this ordinary dance is full of images of bustling China.
At this time, the song of China is singing in my heart.
Listen, this ordinary song ―― a chapter in the revival of China.
At the moment, the songs of China are playing all over the world.
September 2009