blow our trumpets,
stomp our drums,
walking
as if
in our ears
again
sound,
and
with
our hearts together,
through the blockade line,
ushering
those breasts of the
p>fluttering
with
mightiness,
our steps,
with
pride,
toward
the yearning.
We
come from history,
through
treading the bumps,
out of the swamp.
Singing green
The hope of China.
Our
is like
spring's
nourishing rain,
growing
a thriving fairy tale,
portraying
a splendid landscape.
Our
like that
joyful ocean,
ideals and flowers
waving together,
songs and
releasing together,
toward the
vast blue sky,
toward the
sun of the new century.
We
go from history to the future,
with a flag
flying high in front,
guiding us
toward maturity,
toward a new splendor......