You are a dark, dry land
　　Suffered a crisis for thousands of torture
　　You are a long old ginkgo tree
　　Tearful eyes looking forward to the golden harvest
　　Me, you look forward to camels
　　Trek in and open up a boundless green
　　I am your son
　　I wave my little crayon
　　You have repeatedly delineate the flames of the Great Wall
　　My sweet songs
　　Bay of you many times the waves of the Yellow River
　　I am young hand
　　Has repeatedly picked up huge globe
　　Your skin, kissing and touching the red
　　I lean in your warm embrace
　　You are pure and anxious in my pit of the stomach
　　I am your son
　　I am your half past six passionate anthem
　　With the sun rising every day gushing
　　I'm your first car train crossed the bridge
　　Unfortunately, hope is also crammed crammed crammed Exploration
　　With a bleeding heart you have
　　Warm my frozen soul
　　With a generous hand you have
　　I hang up the glow cast dimple tears
　　You are towering scaffolding towers
　　Repair the building to the sun and the moon is mine
　　You are tall, solid converter
　　And with the torrent of hot metal is my
　　You are your mulberry silk in the Silkworm
　　I'm your silver cotton flower in bloom
　　I'm the hook you plow Arch
　　Barren land in the modern development
　　I am your man-made star off
　　Head into the realm of freedom of the universe
　　Motherland ah
　　Now, you gave me
　　Not A's backbone, hard bones
　　So, I'll straighten
　　Hot chest, forehead young