... five thousand years of history, like an old poem, like a long scroll, demonstrating the motherland that has experienced many vicissitudes in the face and body strong and unyielding.
for the motherland's bright and strong, i do not know how many of the revolutionary martyrs to shed its blood, so that the motherland break free chains, a new life; how many patriots, stand by a common fate with the motherland. "fate of the nation, every citizen is" used to be fathers of rhetoric, the face of broken rivers and mountains, we are the older generation of proletarian revolutionaries one after another, for the motherland's prosperity and happiness of the people of the party.
whenever i see the five-star red flag raised, ears hear the majestic strains of "anthem", the always felt blood boil, there are stocks from the heart cries: the motherland, and i'm proud of you.
祖国,我为你骄傲
母亲,对于任何