一祖国的大地一片芬芳, 我要把一株幼苗种在地上, 在它的枝椏和绿叶中间, 将出现五色缤纷的诗行。建设中的祖国,神采飞扬, 我用诗句描绘你的形象: 你在战斗和劳动中度过了多少岁月, 却更加精神焕发,象幸福青年一样。你叫千年沉睡的沼地变成粮仓, 使肥田沃地代替了死水泥桨, 夜晚耕作的拖拉机,象萤火闪光。为使工厂烟囱的浓烟大口喷放, 为使歌声在鹰之国自由地高唱, The earth of a motherland is so fragrant that I am going to plant a young seedling on the ground and a colorful verse will appear among its branches and green leaves. The motherland in construction is full of spirits. I use poetry to depict your image: how many years you spent in battle and labor, but more energetically, like a happy youth. Your millennium sleepy moorland into a granary, so fertile land instead of dead cement paddler, night tractor, like fireflies. In order to smoke the smoke of the factory chimney, in order to make the song sing freely in the Eagle State,