Imagination makes eyes.
Through a billion walls on this autumn night.
Go against the Great Wall and the Yellow River
After five thousand years of hard work, the stars have changed.
Your unyielding shadow has solidified into the peak of the East.
On this quiet autumn night
I already feel that you are hugging me with your blessing.
I know, a mother's love is like a flower that blooms in May every year.
My young river of life
Your ancient years are the soul of poetry.
Stand up and think silently.
For generations, ancestors woke up the sleeping soil as scheduled.
They exposed bronze to the sky.
Sowing the Great Wall Sowing the Forbidden City
Usually on a moonlit night.
I am obsessed with reading you in a clear voice.
Generous yellow land
The Yellow River beats against the coast.
The Long Silk Road
That magical Dunhuang mural
In five thousand years of rain and snow.
You raised all the creatures that belong to you.
Yesterday, the June storm swept through.
You walk in the wind and predict the dawn on a cold night.
Your smile melted our tears.
The sun at night finally belongs to the prophecy of mankind.
It was a long time before we stopped.
The figure began to drift quietly in your sight.
In your blessing, we deeply reflect.
Please recite the poem we gave you.
When wandering, when flying.
Don't break mom's heart!
Can't cover everything about you.
In this quiet autumn night, give a gentle cry.
Oh, motherland, our lovely mother Huang!