We come from the fragrance of the earth.
With bamboo slips and the shimmer of Oracle Bone Inscriptions,
The magic of illuminating hieroglyphics
Enjoy the fire, water and soil in Jin Mu!
We come from the volume where a hundred schools of thought contend.
Follow the steps of philosophers
Looking for the riverbed of materialist dialectics
Bow down to heaven and earth.
We came out of the drums in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.
Follow in the footsteps of thousands of troops
Mourn the bloody dusk in Lian Heng.
It feels like Wen Tao's military strategy is legendary!
We come from the moss of Qinzhuan Hanwa.
Heroism measured by the unity of rivers and mountains.
Build people's hearts into the Great Wall of Wan Li.
The feelings of kings and princes!
We come from the ink fragrance of Tang poetry and Song poetry.
Holding a glowing glass full of grapes and wine
Listen to the bugle blowing in the border village and the wailing of female soldiers recruiting in the cold night.
Let the sad parting bleach the autumn moon in the middle of the river
We come from Qiang flute rhyme in Yuan Dynasty.
Looking at the wind chimes ringing in the west wind of the ancient road
I can't recall the broken-hearted man who travels alone in the world.
The lost mandarin duck cries and becomes snow in June!
We come from the plot of Ming and Qing novels.
Wading through mountains and rivers, staying at dangerous peaks.
Walking in the street, dreams become clouds,
Entering the room, groups of fox spirits stay out of it!
We come from the vernacular of the May 4th Movement.
Crowds and noise passing through Shili sheep farm
Shops and inns in the small town of Shanxiang
Cut the years in the war!
We just walked all the way.
Into the palace of literature, into the beautiful voice.
In the collision between heart and heart
We have our own feelings!
We just walked all the way.
Set foot on the pure land of the soul and the stage of art
In the dialogue between emotion and emotion
We have our own spirit!
(merger):
This is how we got from yesterday to today.
Let your mood fly between the lines of poetry and painting.
On the spring and autumn road of life
(merger):
That's how we are-through the years, through the wind and rain.
Singing all the way in the journey of mountains and rivers
Let the mental journey be full of colorful light!