On the land of the motherland,
There are countless lakes.
And you,
Nanhu, Jiaxing,
Small waters,
Short bank.
But let people,
With longing,
Dreams haunt me.
You ah,
Take the lead,
Become,
The focus of thousands of lakes.
South Lake,
You know,
Not because of you,
Beautiful scenery,
Soft Ruyan Liu.
Smoke is like yarn,
The rain lingers.
That's because,
You are,
A holy blue pool.
That's because,
You are,
Immortal eulogy
That's because,
Next to the island in the middle of the lake,
Under the misty rain building,
Hold fast to the river bank,
There is one,
Unusual,
Revolutionary red boat.
Ninety years ago,
The ancient country sank,
People are calling.
There is a group of people,
Awn shoe oil umbrella,
Cloth blue.
Travel-stained,
Put away the strings.
Generous remarks,
Inspire poetry.
Since then,
A great,
Born in the east.
Countless miracles,
It was shown in China.
Nanchang riots,
Inooka defected.
Long March,
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
Yan' an reclamation area,
Xi has changed.
Rise up against Japan,
A hundred bloody battles.
* * * Cooperation,
Chongqing negotiation.
The powerful master crossed the river,
Founding ceremony.
Axe,
Split up a new world.
Sickle,
Dance well.
Nanhu water,
Affectionate,
Sparkling.
Willow trees in Nanhu,
make light account
Charming and sleek.
Red boat,
At this moment,
Silently,
Stop on the water,
Silence,
Infinite affection.
This lake,
Still safe.
This stone bridge,
Still lying on his back.
This lotus flower,
Still stupid.
Just,
This red ship,
Color,
Still brilliant.
Memory,
Still shining.
Yeah,
Gone days,
Like waves,
Time flies.
Smoke billowed,
This is an unforgettable poem.
Like a petal,
Pieces,
Covered with a long lake shore.
A flap,
Floating board.
A lake is green,
A ship full of romance.
A political party,
A statement.
Become like this,
Light water,
A faint lake smoke.
After that,
The tide is rising,
Turn it upside down.
Red boat,
Surfing with load,
Breaking into dangerous beaches many times.
Crossing,
Tragic and vicissitudes of history,
experience
Weir in eventful autumn.
Put ancient China,
The other side of hope.
Call people who work hard,
Welcome the bright spring.
At the party,
Ninety Christmas.
Looking at South Lake,
Bye, red boat.
A thousand words,
Into three amazing sentences:
Thanks to the great party!
Thanks to the beautiful South Lake!
Thanks to the sacred red boat!
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