The sky is waiting for wings in the clouds.

The earth sows hope in its breast.

Overlooking the soil where I was born and raised.

Follow the trend of father's wrinkles

The floor supports the shoulders of the city.

The smile in the wheat field is golden.

Mother's eyes are full of vicissitudes.

The track of annual rings bears witness to dreams.

My hometown, my beloved Fuyang.

The scenery in 800 Li is beautiful and frank.

The winding river bed rushes into the distance.

Nourish fertile soil in granaries on both sides of the strait

My hometown, my beloved Fuyang.

Time goes back to three thousand years in ancient times.

How many glories and dreams have been precipitated?

Make the sky brighter tomorrow.

Make the sky brighter tomorrow.