The fourth grade poem of the sacred flame Anyang

I heard footsteps from the Olympic Mountain.

In spring, the excitement of youth is budding.

Bloom in summer.

Fly to the Shang Dynasty—

Anyang, China

This is the charm of the mysterious bird flying to the moon.

This is the sound from the top of Mount Everest.

That's a bubble dancing in the Pearl Spring.

It is a majestic Taihang that stretches for thousands of miles.

At the moment when the flame jumped.

Surging with 5 million people * * * and hope.

The ancient Huan River is singing at full speed.

Three thousand years ago, the Imperial Capital became a sea of joy.

A cauldron still shining with bronze.

Solemnly welcome the fire of ancient Greek civilization.

It's not just the flames that arrive here.

It was the docking and collision of two civilizations.

Yin merchants in ancient Greece

Anyang, Athens

The messenger of civilization

The desire of the whole world

A pair of eyes

The colorful flags that turned into five rings fluttered high.

A grand event of prosperity

Wishful luck

torch relay

Light up the east of the world.

What we hold is passion.

It conveys an endless dream for a hundred years.

Shenghuoqing

Chinese heart

It is the flame that never goes out.

Flying is glory.

What is fixed is history.

Eternal is the symphony of the Olympic spirit

When cheers resounded through the sky

When the city square clanged.

Let's listen carefully.

Don't talk.

It was the torch relay on the land of Yin and Shang Dynasties.

That's the burning flame in each of us.