We stood on the shoulders of the years and looked down.

In the stormy waves of Hukou of the Yellow River

We heard the eternal passion.

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 a giant.

A sickle roared and cut off all the shackles of the old world.

The hammer calls for a new dawn in China.

Look, red azaleas are all over Jinggangshan.

It's a chapter in Chu Ci that amazed Li Sao.

Listen, the gunfire rang out over Nanchang.

It is a kind of charm that makes bronze Qin servants stunned.

Yangtze River, give me strength and let me grow.

Yellow River, give me wisdom and make me mature.

Mount Tai, the Great Wall, gave me a stalwart body.

Give me unlimited power.

Let me sweep away the dark world.

In the warm embrace of the motherland.

I learned how to face difficulties and hardships.

It is a solid arm of the motherland.

Lift me up.

Like a flying dragon

Standing in the east of the world

Ah, the motherland

You're amazing.

You raised the children of Qian Qian heroes with milk.

You watered this fertile land with sweat.

You have cultivated our firm belief with hard work.

You declared the end of the old times with a cry.

You are the endless motivation in our life.

You are a safe haven for children to return from a long voyage.

Through the eyes of history

We stand on the other side of the future and look back on the past.

In the incense of Mazu Tempel.

We heard the songs sung by Qizi.

In the blue waters of Danshui Bay

We smelled the scent of bauhinia.

In the towering Millennium Monument,

We feel that the pace of the new century is forceful.

In spring, people walking with vigorous steps come to us.

It dresses the countryside green.

The mountains are green and the water is green.

There is a breath of spring in the air.

It puts the city in a green coat.

Trees are lush and flowers are everywhere.

Even in our songs.

There are also many youthful melodies echoing.

Spring in the motherland

Is opening the door to national rejuvenation.

Spring in the motherland

Is to blow the horn to wake up the sleeping people.

Spring in the motherland

Make the countryside green and the city noisy.

Spring in the motherland

You are opening your mind.

Accept children's impulsive youth and firm belief.

This is an era of connecting the past with the future.

New opportunities, new challenges

This is an era of rapid change.

Knowledge innovation, keep pace with the times

This is an era of connecting the past with the future.

The burden on our shoulders is heavy]

We look forward to a bright future.

The motherland marched in the sea of flowers.

We blow horns, beat gongs and drums.

The motherland is advancing in the spring breeze.

We write our blessings on our faces.

Keep your expectations in mind.

The motherland is marching on the road of the new century.

We strung the stars with songs.

A tunnel through time and space

Hang it in the sky.

May you hear your child's voice all the time.

Motherland, our great mother.

You are coming to the new century.

March towards your tomorrow again.

Bless you, motherland.

Your people bless you.