I've always wanted to write a poem for China under the moonlight
I liked her serene look
Loved the power of her gentleness
In the night she was wrapped in silver
It was as if countless snowflakes were blooming and emanating
The fragrance of plums
In my hometown
An ancient town in Gangnam
The old street where I used to live
It's like a tea leaf
Soak in the years like water
Even in the middle of the night
In the silvery moonlight
Bluestone slabs
There are still tourists from foreign lands
With sparse footsteps
Taste alone
The moon is empty
There's no need to look up
Just through the strands of willow tree hair
Take a look at the running water under the small bridge
The moon will look at your pulse
It makes you feel excited
It makes you can't help but linger
A long pavilion nearby
Ancient trails in the distance
Those beautiful legends
Sincere friendship
Pure love
Those beauties who fall for the country
Those parting willows
Meet and laugh
It's like a music without a score
Undulating with the wind in the moonlight
I want to be China in the moonlight
Write a poem
China by moonlight
Big river rushing
White waves splashed the sky full of stars
The Great Wall is majestic
A dragon that stretches for thousands of miles
The scales of the bricks shone silver
If you stand on the city walls
Distant echoes can still be faintly heard
The impact of those weapons
The hiss of those warhorses
Heroes chase deer
Happy life
Heroes serve the country
A heart of blood turns a sword into a plough
Five thousand years
It was like overnight
The decaying grass withered yang was submerged
How many dynasties are behind
In the bright moon breeze
Coming is the prosperity of the home country
And then a long history
Fold it up
It's just an ancient book in a line
You don't have to add fragrance to your red sleeves
Because it will read more clearly in the moonlight
Because the moon is still the moon
She has been there for thousands of years
Hang high in the sky
I've always wanted to
Write a poem in Moonlight China
This night
I'm in Beijing
A room in a hotel
Look out the window
I felt it
China's heartbeat
I saw the traffic flowing brightly
I saw the white wind of the moon clear the haze
I saw the lights of the rising city
The same crystal dream in the moonlight
I was dreaming
A pure new dawn
birth
In Beijing
I am china in the moonlight
Write a poem
And the moon outside the window is rising
Such as a hanging cloud sail
Sail into my heart
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Jingmei: A member of the Jiangsu Recitation Association, the initiator of Jingmei and Adam's poetry reading time, her works are widely involved in Chinese and foreign film and television dubbing, poetry recitation, feature films and news broadcasts, etc., she pays attention to using her voice to restore life and convey emotions.
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