Yao Hongjun photography

Carrying my grandfather's red tassel gun, I walked up the high loess slope.

Sing mom's Red Army ballads. How many unforgettable songs have you written?

The shining red star shines on me, and the flying red flag guides me.

We are azaleas, always blooming in the beautiful motherland.

The red sun shines on me and the red torch guides me.

We are azaleas, singing the great motherland forever.

Blow the March of our ancestors and rush to a new life in the future.

Sing the red flag ode of the times and remember how many unforgettable songs.

The shining red star shines on me, and the flying red flag guides me.

We are azaleas, always blooming in the beautiful motherland.

The red sun shines on me and the red torch guides me.

We are azaleas, singing the great motherland forever.

The red sun shines on me and the red torch guides me.

We are azaleas, singing the great motherland forever.

Is this the song?