The years have drowned the dust of history,

But there are deep traces left on the rings,

Memories bring the soul to the war-torn era,

Take off the veil of history,

But what I saw was the miserable scene of exile for 3,000 miles,

What I heard was heart-rending sorrow,

Yellow sand and long June snow,

The neighing of the war horse and the light and shadow of the sword,

Not long since

I got to know you - Qinghai,

It's still the home left in the memories of childhood,

The sky above me is blue and deep,

Like a contemplative god,

I thought Qinghai was this sky,

The brook and the tree in front of the door,

It seems to be imprinted in my memory today,

For a small meal,

The moist eyes of the fathers.

Slowly I grew up,

When I seemed to be asleep,

Qinghai Lake in primary school books makes me think,

Only then did I know that Qinghai is still very large,

The beautiful natural scenery of Qinghai on the notebook folder,

It makes me yearn for it,

Creates a scene that blends with nature,

The fathers still speak in a heavy tone,

Interpreting the words that have been spoken for almost generations,

It's emotion, it's Qinghai love.

Grown up,

Only then did I know Qinghai in the true sense,

The fathers still use the memories of the war,

Teach us to cherish life,

Cherish life,

This is also Qinghai love,

Generations, if not dozens of generations,

Qinghai love in exchange for blood and soul.

Now that I'm out of my father's care,

Blended into the Qinghai feelings,

At this time, Qinghai seems to have changed,

Moment

In an instant,

The tall buildings are dazzling,

The fathers still use heavy language,

Teach us to be strong and steady,

From the road that my fathers walked,

Stepping out of more heroic and spectacular footprints,

This is still Qinghai love.

Now we are on the road that our fathers walked,

Extending the Qinghai love,

Qinghai love that can never be forgotten!