All the languages in the world are telling a meeting. At that party, there was no war, no smoke, no raging, no hatred, only the warm wind of peace gently brushed the world and sang the song of peace. That party was eternal music, eternal dance and eternal human scenery. That party may be a competitive arena, but what appears inside is the brilliant sky that once appeared in the dream; It is the vigorous posture of dancing under the scorching sun; It is the only scenery in the world, with a young smile and flying youth, unforgettable.
Dreams are ancient words, flying in the sky of Beijing. There was a dragon in the ancient East. Its name is China. There was a group of people in the ancient East. They are all descendants of dragons. Five thousand years of wind and rain, sprinkled on this land of Beijing. Let the flying characters create touching notes, arrange exciting dances and tell eternal scenery. The ancient China culture, extensive and profound, exudes infinite mystery and is full of infinite mystery.
The dream is that all crying can be played back into happy songs. The power of crying is always stronger than happiness, I always think so. Playback after crying, this kind of shock is always so strong that people are caught off guard. That cry, that pain, that fall will be repeated in the harbor of dreams. ...
In the dream, cold bullets are scattered into petals. The Sino-Japanese War of July 7th Lugouqiao, Eight-Nation Alliance's war of aggression against China, and the confrontation between the United States and the Soviet Union in the bipolar hegemony war, cold bullets mercilessly passed through soldiers' chests, and bright red blood flowed on our or other people's land. The cold bullets were mixed with boiling blood, which was painful and heartbreaking. Now, the bullets are scattered into petals, which is unparalleled in beauty.
It's sunny in all corners of the world at the same time. We pin our hopes for the future on the wind and hope to fly with it. As long as the wind doesn't stop, the corner in our hearts will always be sunny. At that time, there would be no beggars in the world and there would be no gap between the rich and the poor. ...
In dreams, we can leap into the blue sky in a thousand miles a day, because we know that with dreams, we are no longer afraid. In the dark, you will become braver and run all the way to the road ahead, looking for the dawn of hope.
All the life in the world are cheering for themselves, and they are singing softly:
The dream is that the boundless desert is splashed green by the waves overnight.
All the languages in the world are telling a meeting.
Dreams are ancient words, flying in the sky of Beijing.
All the cries in the world are played back into happy songs.
In the dream, cold bullets are scattered into petals.
It's sunny in all corners of the world at the same time.
We can all dream of jumping into the blue sky a thousand miles a day.
All life in the world cheers for itself.
OneWorldOnedream
One world, one dream