像翩翩归来的燕子,在追寻昔日的春光;像茁壮成长的小树,在追寻雨露和太阳。追寻你,追寻你,追寻你,追寻你,延河叮咚的流水,枣园梨花的清香,南泥湾开荒的镢头,杨家岭讲话的会场。一排排高楼大厦像雨后春笋,一件件家用电器满目琳琅;我们永远告别了破旧的茅屋,却忘不了延安窑洞温热 Like a returning swallow, looking after the old spring; like a thriving tree, in search of rain and the sun. Tracing you, chasing you, chasing you, chasing you, running the river ding dong, jujube pear scent, Nanning Bay wasteland head, Yang Jia Ling speech venue. Rows of high-rise buildings like bamboo shoots spring, a piece of home appliances everywhere; we never say goodbye to the old hut, but can not forget the warm Yan’an cave