Guangming Daily Beijing Winter Olympics Special Issue: Arriving at the Olympics

Author: Lush

Silver Olympics

Winter in 2022, snow flying wind dance,

A flock of pigeons skimmed the sky in the north of the motherland,

At that time, the happiness of some people,

will become the happiness of many people,

Some people's dreams will become the dreams of more people.

The holiness of that time was like a poem, a proverb,

Like the richness and purity of our earth.

Olympics, the word has such a profound meaning,

Just like the power and beauty, fairness and justice that the world all desires.

Wrapped in silver, the country is sacred,

This is the splendor of winter we are looking forward to,

And the poetry of our call to the god of Olympia.

This is the day of prophecy and wisdom,

At this moment, the capital and Yanzhao have more fullness and abundance.

In this world, there is a road paved with ice and snow,

- In different expectations,

People start their own journeys,

Some arrive at the Olympics for the joy of reaching the top of mankind,

Others, just for a sense of dignity, a memory, and a lyricism.

Cherish eternity, cherish the process,

Cherish the conventions we once had.

There is always spirituality when flying, and there is always passion in bursts,

This season proves our warmth and sensibility,

The five rings in anticipation have become trustworthy in our hearts,

A lifelong touch.

In my land, there is a common home for mankind,

So many expressions and words,

So much laughter and calmness,

So much tenacity when you start,

So much emotion on arrival...

At that time, the stars in the northern sky were the brightest,

Countless people are watching its classic grandeur.

At that time, we felt in tacit understanding:

Nothing can hide the beauty of the world,

Unless there's something to hide, our lives!

So many flags of nations fly together,

At that time, we were faced with peace, solemnity and sacredness,

In the face of giving, in the face of sincerity,

Facing acquaintances is also facing strangers.

In fact, the acquisition we crave is so simple:

When a candle is lit,

We will feel all the light!

A snowy runway is so long,

It embraces many commonalities and differences of human beings,

Contains the same temperature and different skin tone,

Encompassing many rivers and more peaks.

The worlds merge in this land, for a moment,

I actually felt our emotions, all born!

In our land, there is always a harvest of seeds,

And in a silver season,

It is always those holy and energetic hearts that meet us.

There are so many white snowflakes and ice flowers that are floating freely,

There are so many symbols that are passed on, with connotations.

So, in our eyes,

It is always majestic and broad,

Bright clear skies.

Faster, higher, stronger – more united

What does this dazzling word mean to us?

Is it the innocence of when we meet this winter?

Is it the solemnity we all share in the face of an experience?

Is it the value of our tears on the Olympia Road?

Is it the eternity that is sought in the music that is familiar to you?

It is a word of "love" that is always condensed at the end of our pen,

It is said that at the beginning of our promised destiny,

Or eventually?

In the square of twilight high,

Remembering those vivid words,

So, in a plain and vast snowy land,

I wrote it with a bunch of kids,

Olympic capitalized name.

Olympic days

This winter, I look at the days of the Olympics that have come,

Those days became more and more poetic,

At this time, the snow sieved and washed the sprinkled sun,

It's like beauty is all around you.

Olympic days,

There is always more passion and warmth between the mountains and rivers,

In our minds, there are so many changing colors in front of us,

Through this instant, we can find many roads,

On those roads, there are some people who do not know each other, and become acquaintances,

And when people recount the days of the Olympics,

Always face the clear lyrical sky and say to each other: Hello!

We also always feel that we have responsibility,

Peace and life are our responsibilities.

Even if our fates are different,

We can also join the snow and ice that falls on the earth,

Find common happiness.

Olympic days. We also often hear singing,

Those singing are filled with the morning wind and the sun,

Some notes are always like the chirping of birds,

That pleasure is the most enchanting brilliance of the day.

On the days of the Olympic Games, I always love to write poetry,

Write those textured languages.

Many profound things,

It seems easy to understand in these days,

Many dry things also become full.

Olympic days. The wind is also very harmonious,

The vivid, overnight all became vivid.

A ray of sunshine, there are so many different feelings,

Some vocabulary is always explaining more broad content.

Olympic days. In front of my eyes was a silver ribbon,

Love its abundance, love its vividness.

Olympic days, sometimes attracted,

Is our sight,

Sometimes it's our listening that attracts us.

Guangming Daily (2022.02.05. 11th edition)

Source: Guangming Network - Guangming Daily