Along the winding road,

the speed at which the car is racing,

More than I could have imagined,

The distant mountains and rivers were left far behind.

All the way is saline,

There is no floral scent here,

There is no vegetation here.

Some are just endless salt pans,

And then there are the workers who brave the wind and snow to collect salt,

How many years have passed,

But here's a bunch of salt lake people.

never abandoned,

Never gave up,

They stick to the barren beach next door, day after day, year after year,

If you can see the green once,

It is the most desired thing in their lives,

Potted flowers are a little bit of new green,

Like that little hope that burns in their hearts,

They vowed to make the salt lake well.

This is not the dream of a generation,

This is dozens or even hundreds of generations,

Relentless pursuit.

came to the edge of the salt lake,

The vast salt lake is white,

Where the water and the sky meet,

exudes a hint of light blue,

That's the color of the sky in the water.

A breeze blows,

The sea of salt water ripples in layers.

Sparkling lake,

From time to time there are white salt flowers,

That's the crystallization of salt,

This white,

I've never seen it before,

Just like the snow lotus in Kunlun Mountain,

Snow white and flawless.

Looking at the vast salt lake,

My heart is slowly eroded by salt water,

I don't believe it at all,

In front of me this ocean,

It is known all over the world as the Zarkhan Salt Lake.

In a hazy feeling,

It seems to be the South China Sea of the motherland,

I can't bear to leave here,

I want to tie my memories to the people of Salt Lake here,

I want to mix my voice with that fluttering bag of salt water,

Forever and ever,

Appreciate the unique spirit of this place with your heart,

Feel the perseverance of the people here.

The scent of flowers in the south,

There's no way to get here,

The green of the southern country,

There's no way to take root here,

In addition to saline-alkali land here,

Just the people of the South,

When admiring the fragrance of flowers,

Here's just,

The roar of the machines and the wind and sand in the sky.

If I say what I see,

It's not just the salt lake that you see,

I think I should see more,

The hard-working, simple, hard-working Salt Lake people here,

For the construction of the Motherland,

Rooted in the western frontier of the motherland,

It is the youth of generations of young people who are dedicated,

Even if it's just a head full of gray hair,

Still watching, holding on,

That's a spirit,

If we have this spirit,

There is an unstoppable momentum.

I want to stay here,

Passing on the spirit of this place,

Tell everyone in the world,

I've been here,

I met the simple and kind people of Salt Lake here,

He was the hardest man I've ever seen in my life.

I want to tell everyone in the world,

Cherish the hard-won green,

That's a kind of wealth,

A common wealth of mankind,

If you get to the salt lake,

You'll feel,

Even if it's a touch of green,

It is also commendable.

I think if each of us,

can personally come to the salt lake,

Everyone will feel differently,

That is, as cherishing life,

True love is hard-won green.

I want to tell everyone in the world,

If you come to the salt lake,

Be sure not to forget to put the spirit here,

Tell the people around you,

Let them always be like the Salt Lakers here,

Maintain the quality of diligence, simplicity and kindness,

Because this is a precious treasure that we all have as human beings.