Through the eyes of history
We stood on the shoulders of the years and looked down.
In the stormy waves of Hukou of the Yellow River
We heard the enduring * * *
On Mount Everest, Xue Hai.
What we stare at is a kind of true purity that has not changed for thousands of years.
Qin soldiers and horse servants in tunnels
We feel a kind of boldness and depth.
Ah, the motherland
You are the land under your feet.
There used to be beautiful scenery and traffic here.
It was once a giant that stood tall in the Qin and Han Dynasties.
This used to be the ruins of the watchtower looted by Eight-Nation Alliance.
It used to be a place to eat chaff and swallow vegetables thousands of miles away.
You are a land of perseverance and self-improvement.
You are the mother who gave birth to me and raised me.
Through the eyes of history
We stood on the shoulders of the years and looked down.
In the blue waves of Nanhu Lake
We witnessed the birth of Giant 9,