我仰望我的故乡,仰望拂过故乡大地的每一缕习习的春风;我仰望那片蔚蓝的天,仰望天上片片自由游弋的棉花般洁白的云朵;我仰望一颗心灵,仰望这颗心灵唱响积聚千年的万丈豪情;我仰望一段历史,仰望这段历史让一个伟大民族的目光深刻而且晶莹。 I look up to my hometown and look up the spring breeze that blew through each thread of study in the hometown. I look up at that piece of blue sky and look at the cotton-like white clouds that cruise the sky. I look up at a heart and look up at this heart Singing gathered thousands of years of lofty pride; I look up a period of history, looking at this history so that a great nation’s eyes deep and crystal.