当七月的脚步,走进古老的土地,钹节的声音如黄钟大吕,敲打我的心胸;当七月的阳光,热烈地洒在北京卢沟桥的石狮上,曾经荒凉的滩涂已成为一种美丽;当七月的月亮,轻轻地映在卢沟河中,曾经饱蘸水火的锤镰,幻化成灿烂的笑靥。我的心扉,因“卢沟晓月”的景色,留下了抗战的底片。岁月见证着足迹,历史见证着历程。“卢沟晓月”刻写在汉白玉的碑石上,像一首诗的标 When the footsteps of July, into the ancient land, the sound of the cymbal festival such as Huang Zhongda Lu beat me; when the sunshine in July, sprinkled warmly on the lions in Beijing’s Marco Polo Bridge, once the desolate beaches have become a Beautiful; when the moon in July, gently reflected in the Lugou River, had been full of water and fire hammer sickle, turned into a brilliant smile. My heart, due to “Lugou Aoyama ” scenery, leaving the anti-Japanese film. Years witness footprints, history witnessed the course. “Lugou Xiao Yue ” engraved on the white marble stone, like a poem