Don’t let go of the green hills,

The roots are still in the broken rocks.

Thousands of grinding and blows have yielded strong strength,

No matter how strong the wind is from east to west, north or south.

Take other people’s paths and leave others with nowhere to go.

You will not give up until you reach the Yellow River, and you will not look back until you hit the south wall.

Bring me two bottles of beer and ten roasted kidneys, I am so willful!