Author: Ou Zhen?
Production:? Mozun
Recite: Liu Shan
I've always wanted to write a poem for China in the moonlight.
I like her quiet appearance.
Like the strength in her tenderness.
At night, she was wrapped in silver.
Like countless snowflakes blooming.
It smells like plums.
In the distant history.
In the ancient town of Jiangnan.
The old street where I once lived.
Like a cup of tea.
Soak in the years like water.
Even at midnight.
In the silver moonlight.
There are also interested tourists on the bluestone board.
Taste alone with sparse steps.
The bright moon is in the sky.
There is no need to look up.
Only separated by willow hair.
Take a look at the running water under the bridge.
The moon will look into your eyes,
It breaks your heart.
You can't help but linger.
In the distant history.
An ancient road in the distance
Those beautiful legends.
Sincere friendship and pure love.
Those gorgeous beauties.
Those who leave laugh when they meet.
It's like the soundtrack of Kubinashi.
The moonlight fluctuates with the wind.
In the distant history.
China in the moonlight.
The river is flowing.
White waves splashed all over the sky.
China in the moonlight.
The Great Wall soars into the sky.
The dragon across Wan Li.
The scales of the brick sparkled with silver.
In the distant history.
You can still vaguely hear the echo in the distance.
The effects of these weapons.
The neighing of those horses.
Heroes fight for deer.
Full of lofty sentiments and happy life.
A strong man serves his country.
A cavity of blood can turn a sword into a plow.
Five thousand years.
It was like overnight.
How many dynasties were drowned by withered grass and withered poplar.
What comes from the bright moon and cool breeze is the prosperity of the home country.
In the distant history.
Fold it.
It's just an ancient book with a thread.
There is no need to perfume tea.
Because in the moonlight.
Will read more clearly.
Because the moon is still the moon.
She has been hanging in the sky for thousands of years.
I've always wanted to write a poem for China in the moonlight. Tonight.
I am in Beijing.
In the hotel room.
Look out of the window.
I felt China's heartbeat.
I see a lot of cars.
I saw the moon, and the white wind dispersed the haze.
I saw the rising city.
Lights of thousands of households.
In the moonlight.
Dreaming the same crystal dream.
I am looking forward to it.
A brand-new dawn was born.
Tonight.
In Beijing.
I am writing a poem for China in the moonlight.
The moon is rising outside the window.
Like hanging Yun Fan.
Drive into my heart.
This poem of mine tonight.
This poem of mine tonight.
Dedicated to China in the moonlight.