“我们唱着东方红当家作主站起来,我们讲着春天的故事改革开放富起来,继往开来的领路人带领我们走进新时代。”人们同唱着这首歌。白发苍苍的老人唱着这首歌,会想起那“黑夜给了我黑色的眼睛,我却用它来寻找光明”的岁月。细细谛听,帝国主义列强肆意践踏的铁蹄声似乎还在耳边呼啸;远远望去,南国池塘柔软的水草似乎还在血雨腥风中枯萎飘摇。中国人的血液在澎湃,赤诚的心在呐喊: “We are singing Oriental Red as a masters stand up, we talk about the story of the spring reform and opening up rich, the future leaders led us into a new era.” People sing the song. Gray-haired old man singing this song, will think of that “the night gave me black eyes, but I use it to find the light of” years. Listen carefully, the iron bells hoarsely trampled by the imperialist powers seem to still whistling in the ear; from afar, the soft grass of the southern pond seems to have been wilting in the bloody. Chinese blood in the surging, sincere heart shouting: