I have a thousand words to tell you
We are as deep as the sea. Please tell us.
There are too many poems praising the motherland
Too many songs to praise you
Of course, compare you to a mother
We are not the first and we will not be the last.
Motherland, we are the children born in your misery
We grow up in hardship and thrive in rain and wind
You gave us confidence and strength.
In the eyes of your burning expectations
We hold up the blue sky with tenacity
We excavate the black treasure with faith
When mockery and contempt are drowned in the rolling oil
Our motherland is your proudest son and daughter
Fifty years of vicissitudes witnessed
Our Fifty Years of Glory, Disgrace and Glory
Fifty Years of Wing and Rough Records
The Movement of Fifty Years'Struggle
Fifty years of hard work and pioneering work
It's the belief that all hot-blooded men will win.
History will not be forgotten
The hard times we've gone through together
Looking up at the mountains, we are flying Eagles
We are the surging Yellow River.
When rolling wheels run on the ground
Our motherland is the driving force for you to start
We connect our motherland with the world
Look at the history of the wheel rolling forward the world in development
The motherland is advancing. Please allow your children to be proud of you.