Spirit of Nanniwan
The rice is ripe, and apples are hanging upon the branches
It's a good time with the sun shining
We are here, holding a handful of rice
Smelling the endless scenery of Nanniwan
Millet and rice are ripe
It is September, approaching Mid-Autumn Festival
We are here, holding a handful of rice
Smelling the sweat of 369th brigade which was activity like the dragon and the tiger
Nanniwan, the team of people
Did not go far, in the field
That red sorghum is just like those men who cultivated the land
Seventy-seven years ago
They raised heads with a husky tone
Following Guo Lanying to sing“Fragrant Flowers in Basket”
Nanniwan's Large Production
Made the communists learn how to break through difficulties
Nanniwan's Large Production
Commanded the Communists to go forward and move ahead courageously
Nanniwan's Large Production
Let our children wear red scarves
And understand the unyielding and iron bones
A piece of earth, a handful of paddy
The story seventy-seven years ago
Is with luxuriant foliage and rooted forever
Burigude: Male, mongolian natiorality, member of the Chinese Poetry Association.