Send the Red Army back ten times, the song of the Red Star, Hong, love the dragon, climb over the snowy mountains and grasslands, bloom in May, defend the Yellow River, come in February, guerrilla songs, Yan' an carols, Nanniwan, Dongfanghong, and sing the second cowherd. Unity is strength. Who doesn't say me? There will be no new China, we workers have strength, revolutionaries will always be young, singing about the motherland, the rising sun on the grassland, my motherland, ode to heroes, Chairman Mao's words will be remembered, distant guests please stay, happy holidays, our fields, let's paddle, the people's army is loyal to the party, and we are on the road. Xinjiang is full of hard bones of the working class in the south of the Yangtze River. I love Tiananmen Square in Beijing and the ode to the motherland in Beijing. I love this blue ocean. The sun is the reddest, Chairman Mao is the closest. I stand guard for the great motherland. I love Wuzhishan. I love Wanquan River, China and China. The bright red sun never sets. The spring water in the frontier is clear and pure. I love you, China.

Our life is full of sunshine, beautiful grassland, my home, our beautiful motherland, our party, dear mother, in the field of hope, the song of the Yangtze River, I love you, the snow in the north of Saibei, the waves in Gulangyu, the dripping Ber Ber, teenagers, the spring of the motherland, today is your birthday, and the motherland will not forget it.