The Yellow River shuttles through the body of the motherland.
Or happy or sad or silent.
I watched your tortuous life.
That's the refraction of two yellow mirrors.
Some people say you are a dragon.
Dance wildly out of the skin color of Chinese civilization
Some people say that you are the mother river.
Cultivate the joys and sorrows of China history.
The Yellow River passes through the hot land of Xixia.
Swallows on the clouds also sing for it.
Helan Mountain on the Edge of Tengger Desert
Nourished by your milk-more magnificent.
Look at your other side.
On the other side, it is the spring of farming.
Looking at your smile
When you see the water, it's the autumn of harvest.
Scoop a spoonful of Yellow River water.
Smell the earthy color of Xixia ancient style
Stuck on a cloud in pearl rice, south of the Yangtze River.
Blood drops of Lycium barbarum in Ningxia
And the ring fragrance of the plastic square grass.
There are also pine cones blooming at the foot of Helan Mountain.
listen attentively
Your gentle voice, gentle voice.
Tell a story of worry and sadness.
Like every hair, I flutter gently.
listen attentively
The Yellow River is roaring.
Killing, swords and gunfire echoed.
God cursed the thunder that destroyed the peace.
Touch your ears.
I have your torrent in my ears.
Shake clothes.
In tears, ten thousand stupas hang rainbows.
I'm looking at the ripples you never get tired of.
Wave after wave seems to know each other.
This is an attractive prospect for snow-capped mountains, plateaus, grasslands and deserts.
It is the trek of the Chinese nation.
You laugh at the quaint villages in modern cities.
I didn't hear a word you said.
I know that's your noble choice.
Yellow River, Mother
Everyone in China has your blood in their veins.
Mother, Yellow River
I put my hands together to face you.
Not a word.
I prayed silently to the sky.
May you never be exhausted.
Yellow river hymn
-Song of the Yellow River (1)
A civilization,
A fine horse gallops in Wan Li,
A magnificent play,
A vigorous song that sings the rise of China,
This is you, my mother-the Yellow River.
The night is getting dark,
It's getting dark.
All kinds of noise will stop, all kinds of noise will stop.
This rainy sky has given the whole of North China,
No, it cast a shadow over China.
Just as the graves are piled higher and higher, there are more and more ghosts in the countryside!
Gunfire is getting closer and closer, and the smell of blood around is getting stronger and stronger!
If you fall behind, you will be beaten, and only beaten.
We can't be drowned in the foreign aid of suffering, in the coward who wants to burn our bodies, and in the distance.
Stand Up! We are no longer the sleeping dead lions in the East!
We are heroic sons and daughters! We want to write an immortal chapter!
We are epic heroes, we should be proud of this bloody history!
We are the giants that can't stand, and we want to be shocked in the east of the world!
Listen, there is an amazing roar from the snow peak in Bayan Kara in the distance, which is overwhelming, thunderous, stormy and full of gas.
Look, the Yellow River is raging, it is rolling, it is growling, it is roaring into the sky, it has awakened the heroic sons and daughters of Qian Qian in Qian Qian!
Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the rolling river,
This is a vibrant river,
This is a tireless river,
This river carries too much suffering,
It was the river of victory that awakened the rise and fall of the nation.
How can a thousand turns stop you,
How can a big mountain stand in your way?
Darkness and terror don't scare you,
Prison can't trap you,
Your nine songs echoed, running all the way, running all the way, flying all the way.
You are a roaring lion, heading straight for the enemy's lair,
You shout! Howl! ! Howl! ! !
You leveled this cannibal den! It is flat! !
You have devoured these cheeky spoony wolves! Swallowed it! !
Your first roar broke the sky,
The first time you stepped on the ground,
The first time you hissed, these spoony wolves were shocked!
You are a sword that strikes the enemy's weakest heart.
You killed it! Kill it! ! Kill it! ! !
You killed your eyes, you gave China's blood back to the enemy,
You killed all your enemies,
You killed all the people of China with boiling blood!
Your blood has dyed China red, and the sky is burning!
The light is coming! The light is coming! ! The light is coming! ! !
Our Yellow River! You have given the Chinese nation a new historical mission with your heroism!
Our Yellow River! We should write battle lines with our enthusiasm!
Our Yellow River! You are desperate to run to the hot sun!
Our Yellow River! We appreciate your light in Yuan Ye!
Our Yellow River! You saved Qian Qian's blood with your waves!
Our Yellow River! We should use our own strength to make our motherland stronger!
Our Yellow River! You have nurtured generations of creatures with broad minds and sweet "milk", showing a period of historical glory!
Our Yellow River! We will use the backbone of China people to create the sun that never sets in the east!