看长江东去,望黄河奔腾,这匆匆而过的一切似乎都带着远古的气息。我忘记了去抚摸这水的温度,只好站在河口看这奔腾汹涌的波涛,恍惚间,我听到了往昔的岁月峥嵘。我们怎能拒绝那些声音?它们执拗地穿越时空,黄钟大吕般在我们的耳畔喧响。那声音遥远而真切,顺着历史长河的滚滚波涛,回荡在岁月的耳廓。抛开城市里喧嚣的汽车鸣笛,让我们泡一盏香茗,静静地坐下聆听它的故事。 Look at the Yangtze River to the east, looking at the Yellow Pentium, all this seems to have taken a hint of ancient breath. I forgot to touch the water temperature, had to stand in the estuary to see this turbulent waves, trance, I heard the past years towering. How can we reject those voices? They stubbornly pass through time and space. That sound far and real, along the billowing waves of history, echoed in the ears of time. Put aside the hustle and bustle of the city car whistle, let us soak a cup of tea, sit quietly and listen to its story.