Times have changed,
Can't take away your sincere and warm feelings;
Personnel ups and downs,
Can't extinguish your honest and clean ambition;
You are like sunshine,
Quietly emitting the heat of the world,
Even if the dark clouds roll all over the sky,
Your light can still strongly penetrate the chest of the dark clouds.
You are like a tree,
Quietly rooted in the fragrant soil,
Even if the dirty wind attacks you dangerously,
You still stand still, guarding this sacred home.
You may be a Ren Changxia-style heroine;
Seemingly weak shoulders,
Affordable
What a heavy social responsibility this is.
You may be a public servant of Kong Fansen and Niu Yuru,
With a broad mind,
Fill it up bit by bit
The warmth and food and clothing of the people.
You are absolutely anonymous in Qian Qian,
All walks of life are shining with your figure:
Fresh and sincere face,
A hardworking and honest heart!
The breeze is strong, you wave the banner of justice,
Watch the sacred spiritual home;
You are honest and innocent, and you offer sincere faith.
Sing a clean song with love.
You played the strongest sound of the times with solid steps,
Write an ordinary and brilliant song of life.
You call the conscience and morality of society with your holy singing voice.
Build the invincible Great Wall of Steel in New China!
I salute you.
Ordinary and great anti-corruption guards!
I salute you.
Loyal and selfless teacher of justice!
I salute you.
A civil servant with clean hands!
It is you who guard our sacred spiritual home;
It is you who created and defended the harmony of the new era and the tomorrow of the new century.
Motherland, my dear motherland Shu Ting.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
It's spraying.
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland
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