I am willing to turn into soil

The night hides the moon

The sun never gets lost

Night is flowing

The stars are flying around

Tracing back to the past of bronze

In that distant place

Have an unforgettable glory

A song will be played by the Tang Dynasty

A wonderful flower is too late to grow

Bloom

Never need gorgeous nourishment

The scorpion behind the Qing Dynasty is long

But can’t remember the light of the times

Fresh and warm flames

Illuminate the unknown distant

ideal

Is a fearless old belief

On the journey of 25,000 miles

Have a direction without guidance

Firm steel gun in anger

Squatting to the enemy's chest

Create

Is a sickle-like golden

Thirty years of thinking and improvement

Finally, it is fragrant in the present

Poverty and backwardness are only past

The new sunrise can also shine brightly.

Fuqiang

Is a kind of voyage that cannot be bound by the map

Magical Bird's Nest Water Cube

Finally, I will blow a hundred years of dreams.

Chinese forward paddle

Row out of clear waves

East

A young eagle is flying

I am willing to turn into the soil of the 5,000-year old country.

Flatten the future roads and make them spacious

Let the world sincerely praise China -

what! That is the east of the world!