That morning a hundred years ago.
Shaoshan gave birth to a red sun.
From now on, the cold winter
Can't stop the arrival of early spring
Suffering China is a car.
The man pushing the cart is the sun god.
Running through the strong wind, snowflakes are flying.
Run across the grass until you can see it.
Run through the bonfire and turn over
Run through thousands of villages.
Walking hard, scarred.
Finally boarded the heart of heaven-Ann-door.
Drink water and don't forget to dig a well.
I miss your soul more today.
Sing a hymn deeply dedicated to you
Chairman Mao, our benefactor