Author: singing and dreaming
Music-My motherland, Chen Ronghui.
Since I met the surging river, I have known my south and north.
Since I knew the big river, I have known my north and south.
My north and south are very close, so close to each other across the bank.
My north and south are too far apart for me to measure with my feet.
The geese flew south and shortened the distance between north and south with their wings.
Swallows come back, holding spring mud to express my affection from south to north.
In my south, Yue Opera and Huangmei Opera grow like rice and sugarcane.
In northern China, Peking Opera and Shaanxi Opera are as strong as soybeans and sorghum.
Taihu Lake, West Lake, Poyang Lake and Dongting Lake embody the charm and beauty of our south.
The Yellow River, Weihe River, Mohe River and Tarim River show the roughness and magnificence of northern China.
My south is also the south of Li Yu and Liu Yong. A river of spring water flows eastward, leaving a beautiful past and a sadness like falling flowers. When I woke up from my dream, I stopped in Yang Liuan. That kind of pain can only be the pain of a talented woman in the south.
My north is also the north of Cen Can and Gaoshi. Smoke billowed and horses neighed.
In the snow in August, the northern soldiers riding horses and drinking alcohol are approaching the battlefield of swords and shadows. All the victories and defeats eventually disappeared in the desert wind under the Lengyue border. ...
I walked through Huangshan, Lushan, Hengshan, Emei and Yandang, looking for my south. My south is hidden in the depths of Wupeng boat, Qingshiqiao, oil-paper umbrella and fish scale tile. In the shadow of Qinhuai River, I stare at my south. In the bell of Hanshan Temple, I listen to my south. In the soft waves of Fuchun River, I embraced my south. My south! The grass grows, the warbler flies, the bridge flows, and the apricot blossoms spring rain.
I walked through Tianshan Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Changbai Mountain, Qilian Mountain and Himalayan Mountain, looking for my north. My north is hidden in loess kilns, window paper, hot heatable adobe sleeping platform and yurts. In Yanmenguan, Shanhaiguan and Jiayuguan, my north and I are relatively speechless. I had a heart-to-heart talk with my north in the Great Plains, the Prairie and the Gobi Desert. In the background of camels and yaks, I accompany the horizon of my northern towards the distant. My north! Lonely smoke in the desert, sunset in the long river, suona Wan Li.
Since I met the surging river, I have known my south and north.
From ancient times to the present, that great river is like a string, playing many ups and downs and vicissitudes.
Ah! My south and north
My south and north
My eternal hometown and paradise.