世纪的铜鼓,擂响橄榄枝摇曳的风;华夏的唢呐,奏出爱琴海延续的梦。我们迎接,用采桑的手,接过古希腊和平带来的火种;我们迎接,把一声鸽哨迎回鸟巢,理想放飞在八月的天空。历史的断砖,书写着希腊牧羊人直抒胸臆的文字;时光的瓦砾,种植着“更快、更高、更强”的感动。我听到雅典五环的音符,在奥运旗帜下,被五大洲人 Bronze drums of the century, beating the swaying olive branch wind; China’s suona, playing the Aegean continuation of the dream. We welcome, with the hand of mining mulberry, took the fire brought by the peace of ancient Greece; we greet, the sound of a pigeon whistle back to the nest, ideal to fly in the sky in August. The history of the broken brick, written by the Greek shepherd direct expression; the rubble of time, planting “faster, higher, stronger ” moved. I heard the notes of Athens rings, under the banner of the Olympic Games, were five continents