Qinyuan Chun. The National Day on the shores of Silver Lake is coming to see you, the autumn breeze is getting thicker, and Wuyi is in full bloom. Just red sun fog dissipated, white orioles fly high. Silver Lake is full of waves, and the mountains are clustered. The horn rises, the song goes all the way, and the maple leaves ling frost leaves

Qinyuan Chun. National Day on the shores of Silver Lake

When you board the eyes, the autumn breeze is getting thicker, and Wuyi is in full bloom. Just red sun fog dissipated, white orioles fly high. Silver Lake is full of waves, and the mountains are clustered. The horn rises squarely, the song goes all the way, and the maple leaves are red. Close to the situation, look at the blue sea and blue sky, gulls and birds compete for dominance.

And now the Long March Road Hong, a heart of blood sprinkled the sky. Ode to the bravery of the warriors, bold and loyal. Under the account of the Chinese army, the blueprint is drawn, the iron bone is condensed, the triumphant song is composed, and the dove is called peace with the green pine.

The Chinese dream, the long-cherished wish of generations, is infinitely beautiful.