只有这个民族的城能在峰巅踩出一条路沉稳地在上面行走傲视山下雾霭、层树、绿野还吟唱着赞颂智慧的史诗长城的上空,有鸟鸟翅上有白云也在高处行走过但一条小径也没留下只能无奈地在远处忌妒 Only the city of this nation can step on the foothills to steadily walk on the top of the mountain and hover over the top of the mountain. The trees and green fields also sing over the Great Wall of Epic which praises wisdom. There are white clouds on the bird’s wing and they have walked high. But a trail did not leave it but to avoid it in the distance.