Stumbling and racing against time, I just want to win one more second for the patient, suffering from a terminal illness and the novel coronavirus, ignoring the loss of loved ones, this battle you stand between death and the patient, that night singing over the city, we use flesh and blood to build a new Great Wall

The first to set out the fastest arrival, for the villagers in danger in the best time, owe a body surgery, owe his wife a farewell, owe parents a reunion, the flood is raging, you are the rebel on the crest of the wave, after the heavy rain, you are the brilliant clouds in the sky

In the brilliant mountain flowers, we find you, nature hits you with snow, you return with singing, fate puts you at the precipice, you feed the world with fragrance, do not fear grinding dust, have no intention of bitter struggle for spring, in full bloom of life, to the world to express stubborn, you are the laurel on the precipice, plum in the snow

The faint lamp, Light up the passer-by in the cold night, Red stove, It smells of affection, This kitchen in the mean street, Cooking anxiety and bitterness, Bring forth warmth and fragrance, Accustomed to seeing joys and sorrows, You always quietly prepare the coals

Swooping under the rising sun, Fire against the west wind, One knife in the air for ten, The shields of the land patrol the heavens and defend the land, The eagle of the motherland has flown higher, The stars you carved on the fuselage, It's the cruise coordinates of the soldiers,

No one is immune to poison, Blood can melt fear, No one is born brave, Duty urges you to reassemble, Eight party plan all kinds of services, You write a legend with human power

Tick, tick, China is waiting for your answer, Your nights are longer, You have more stars, You subdivide time infinitely, You compress the speed, Three years a take-off, ten years a leap, When the fifty-fifth star rises into space, Beidou illuminates the dream of the Chinese people

The peach and plum world, inherit a family, You discover the secrets of poetry, People think of your legend, Turn peng Wanli, love pull China, Yi 'an lights, tang and Song generations, Following Jing 'an's unlearning, Chinese and Western culture You are the daughter of poetry, you are the gentleman of elegance

The first shot against fate was fired on the cliff The hillside was planted with the first saplings for beauty Don't believe in heaven, don't accept fate You're a tough guy Finally took the villagers to climb out of the well Mountain to high you are the peak, the end of the road is home