Two thousand years of tyranny is too long.
A hundred years of humiliation is too heavy.
Silent children of the sleeping motherland
With the loud singing of "Dongfanghong"
Wave goodbye to gloomy history
Hold a sword, carry a gun and drive a gun.
A thousand years of anger
Burst into a blazing flame
Burn feudal rule.
Burned the power of the East and the West.
The blood of thousands of people
The national flag in front of Tiananmen Square turned red.
1978
The spring breeze spreads from Beijing.
Melted the ice and snow in Harbin.
Blowing clouds that warm the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
Blowing green the desert at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.
Blow away the spring tide in Nansha Islands.
The factory is full of cars like running water.
High-rise buildings have sprung up.
Steamed bread and rice replaced Wowotou.
Vegetarian seafood was replaced by salted radish.
The dirt road is paved with asphalt.
Jet hunting glory
Meet 1997, Lelai China.
Anbaili returned to her wandering home.
Song of the Seven Sons Crys for Mother.
Sing 1999 the return of the motherland