The golden autumn in September
osmanthus is fragrant
chrysanthemum is gorgeous
and tourists are like weaving
The white wild goose in the sky
the voice until dawn
the maple reflects the red
and the mood is lost
Fields are ripe with rice
fruits and melons are sweet
the granaries are full
bless our people
Flowers bloom in the mountains
willows are tender
springs are clear
our motherland is strong
Note: first and third sentences by Luo Zhihai.
Second and fourth sentences by Ye Yexin.