You were conceived in the wind and rain and born in the war. A pair of giant hands hold you out, baptize you with the water of Yalu River, and clean you with the snow of Himalayas. You grow up in twists and turns, and you grope in the dark. Cross the ocean and fly into space, let the 5,000-year-old civilization embrace the world and let the light of harmony shine all over the world. Ah, motherland, sixty years of eventful years have honed your introverted maturity; Ah, motherland, 60 years of hard work has given you endless charm. The stars in the sky are lighted candles, and the rivers on the earth are fragrant wine. 1300 million children raise their glasses to wish the motherland's birthday!