In // the picturesque // Jiaxing South Lake
Beside // the willow embankment downstairs in Yanyu
There is a painting boat // cruising on the water
Quietly//dial
1921//The thin summer sunshine
Twelve people were sitting in the cabin//** *Communists
They held meetings in secret//
So// a great political party
was born // on the factory bed on the lake
p>This is a // yacht from the past
Became the // pilot ship of the Chinese revolution
Breaking through the fog and announcing the voyage
From the dark night //Sail towards the dawn
How many // hardships and twists have been experienced
How many // stormy waves have been passed through
The blood of martyrs // is sprinkled all over the side of the ship
Heroes’ heroic songs//Excitement//Yellow River and Yangtze River
People’s arms //Dancing like a forest//Dancing like a forest
The enthusiasm for modernization //Swelling like a spring tide< /p>
On // this majestic red ship
Generation after generation of sailors and boatmen
Looking at the reef // and the wind and clouds
Continuously correcting the forward course
Behind it // the ship platform is like clouds
Clear flags // fluttering in the wind
Waves of shaking the heaven and the earth The cry of the nation
The spirit of national endeavor // and strength
Red boat // you have sailed through // 100 spring and autumn years
On your back/ /Engraved with the glory of the years
In front of it//is about to unfold//another brand new voyage
The waves//are surging and the seagulls//are singing
The direction of the compass // always points to the // place where the sun // rises