The mood flows with the pipa,
Emotion melts into song and dance sublimation;
I used your charm to turn into a river,
Roll up the rough waves.
I sing the splendor of my motherland like the rising sun.
I am a river for you,
Draw you with the giant brush of that era.
I bathed in the sunshine of coconut groves in Hainan Island,
Poetic and picturesque;
I embrace the aurora night in Heilongjiang,
Flames are like fire and change like clouds. ...
I came to your vast Yuan Ye,
Ambitious, ambitious;
I turned into a mountain with your open mind,
Stand up the peaks and cliffs surrounded by white clouds.
I sing the splendor of my motherland like the rising sun.
I create scenery for your mountain,
Leave you behind that historical lens.
I miss the Uighur girls in Turpan,
Fluttering like a cloud, fragrant like a flower;
I like the father and daughter of fishermen on the east coast,
Fishing songs are like strings, and the cabin is like home. ...