假使太阳失去了光芒,谁来拯救苍白的天空?假使小鸟放弃了歌唱,谁来分享春耕的喜悦?假使我们摒弃了希望,谁来托起民族的未来?我去过初春的草场,那里天高云淡,一片新绿,生机盎然,拥有强大的力量。我去过仲夏的海滩,那里浪起鸥翔,海天湛蓝,活力四射,壮阔,拥有无限的力量。我去过深秋的枫林,那里落英缤纷,满眼火红,安详宁静,神秘,拥有轻云般的柔丽。我去过冬末的雪地,那里银装素裹,白璧无瑕,无边无际,宁静,拥有单纯的性格。 If the sun has lost its light, who will save the pale sky? If the birds give up singing, who will share the joy of springing? If we abandon the hope, who will hold the future of the nation? High clouds, a new green, full of vitality, with great strength. I’ve been to Midsummer’s Beach, where I waved Gull Cheung, blue sky, vibrant, magnificent, with unlimited power. I’ve been to Maple Forest in the late autumn, where the fall of the British colorful, eyed, serene, mysterious, with soft clouds as soft. I’ve been to the snow in the late winter, where the silver is wrapped in white, flawless, endless, quiet, with a simple character.