Lines, silver lines
From paper to air, from my dream.
Become a real show on earth, quietly winding time.
I stood not far from the high-speed rail, watching the sunset glow and geese.
It was autumn, and a Harmony train arrived as scheduled.
Pass under your feet and fly before your eyes.
They run in sequence.
Run in anticipation.
Traveling far, the Chinese nation is heading for prosperity and take-off.
No one told me there was a high-speed railway during the visit just now.
How many joys and sorrows have been carried, and how many people's efforts and sweat have been devoted.
How many people's hopes and dreams are held up, but I know
The wind, frost, rain and snow of those builders have experienced real life again and again.
The autumn wind blows gently, the moonlight is bright,
The old section chief appeared with the master. What are they talking about?
They used to be pioneers in railway construction.
The high-speed train penetrated the night, which made them feel deeply.
The modern train in their eyes is simple and beautiful.
Make the moonlight look dim
As a result, high-speed rail has become a nagging topic in their leisure time.
As a result, the Harmony EMU has become one of their old-age sports.
Happy note, I want to put the future on the hill next to the high-speed rail.
Let the geese leave praise and let the high-speed rail string together the future days.
And those pearl stations.
Let the Harmony train embark on a new journey in the morning glow.
Embrace a better tomorrow
-"High-speed rail sketch Zuo Guoxin"
The second song
Flying, white lightning, youthful light and shadow.
It is difficult to describe a train in the high-speed rail era with a whistle when a EMU passes quickly under the sky in China.
An accelerated train can shorten the night, shorten the time between cities, shorten the time between sports and shorten the time between two farewells.
Suddenly, a speeding train turned the numbers into roses.
Let the moonlight reach the next platform ahead of time, before the storm and sunset.
An accelerating train gradually rose into the sky.
I saw heavy rain dancing on both sides of the road, flowers blooming, birds flying and something growing whistling.
The moon is getting more and more round, the rivers are boundless, the fields are open, and the back of a nation is getting deeper and deeper in time.
I was reading a book about steam locomotives in a coastal city in the north. The wheels keep turning in memory.
A train suddenly caught my eye, and a train flew by at lightning speed.
From my reading and many prophetic poems, I can't know whether the bird is slowing down or the wind is moving slowly.
Just as I can't confirm who is shaking in front of me, I can't confirm what the train brings.
Is it the moonlight in the south or the heavy snow in the north, the repeated singing of motor sounds?
I used to stay at a distant station. All I know is that everything is ahead of speed.
This is a high-speed rail era. China is accelerating, and a verb quickly covers the memory of National Black.