汉语!我在我的青骢马上,呼唤着你。华夏的长廊,琢刻着古老而厚重的你,铁打铜铸着富丽堂皇的你,沿途铺垫着尘土弥漫的你,漆墨挥洒着绚丽多彩的你。我欲啖尽这鲑珍,可不待回首,我的心早遗失在那渡口,瞻仰着你浣洗的容颜。饱览了黄河的蒸天撼日,才敢想象你的雄悍:抚摸了长城的垒垒方砖,仍数不尽你的沧桑; Chinese! I am in my barley and call you. On the promenade of Huaxia, you are engraved with ancient and thick you. Iron-clad copper casts you with splendid people. Along the way, you are filled with dust filled with you, and lacquer ink is swaying with colorful you. I want to do my best, but I will not wait to look back. My heart was lost at the ferry and I looked forward to your baptism. After seeing the Yellow River’s steaming sky, I dared not imagine your heroes: You touched the barriers of the Great Wall, and you still could not count on your vicissitudes;