Go to your tomorrow (male collar). Through the eyes of history, we stand on the shoulders of years and overlook the stormy waters of Hukou of the Yellow River. We hear an enduring passion. In the Xue Hai of Mount Everest, we stare at a kind of purity that has not changed for thousands of years. In the tunnel of Qin soldiers and servants, we feel a kind of boldness and depth. Motherland, you are the land under your feet (female). It used to be a mountain and river full of horses and horses. It used to be a giant standing in the Qin and Han Dynasties (male). It used to be a ruin where the eight countries looted watchtowers. It used to be a land where thousands of miles away ate chaff and swallowed vegetables. (female) You were a hot land of perseverance and self-improvement. You gave birth to me and raised my mother. Through the eyes of history, we stood in the years. Overlooking the shoulders in the rippling waves of the South Lake, we saw the birth of a giant (male). A sickle roared to cut off all the shackles of the old world, and a hammer shouted to break the dawn of a new China (female collar). Look, the red azaleas on Jinggangshan Mountain are a chapter (male collar) that surprises Chu Ci Li Sao. The crisp gunfire over Nanchang is a kind of charm (combination) of the Yangtze River that makes bronze Qin servants stare, giving me strength, growing up the Yellow River, giving me wisdom and maturing the Great Wall, Mount Tai. Give me a stalwart body, give me infinite strength, and let me sweep away the dark world (female collar). In the warm embrace of my mother, I learned how to face hardships and difficulties. It is the solid arm of my mother who lifts me up like a soaring dragon standing in the east of the world (together). You are so great in your motherland. You raised the children of Qian Qian's heroes with milk. You watered this fertile land with sweat. You cultivated our firm belief with hard work. You declared the demise of the old times with shouts. You are the never-ending driving force of our lives. You are the safe haven (male collar, female collar) for our children to return from a long voyage. Through the eyes of history, We stand on the other side of the future and look back (female collar). In the incense of Mazu Tempel, we heard the Song of Seven Sons. In the blue water of Danshui Bay, we smelled the fragrance of Bauhinia (male collar). In the lofty modeling of the Millennium Monument, we felt that the footsteps of the new century were clanging (male collar). The motherland was marching on the road of the new century. We strung stars with songs. The star hangs it in the sky through the tunnel of time and space. I hope you can hear the voices of your children all the time. (Male collar, female collar) Motherland, our great mother, you are striding towards your tomorrow (female collar) in the new century. Bless you, and your people in the motherland (together) bless you.