思古的悠笛吹响了
笛声悠悠，悠悠地吹出了阵阵迷雾
悠悠，悠悠地吹出了声声呼唤
自那无数洞的笛孔
应着声声呼唤
我便站起
步入雾中
越走越前，越走迷雾越浓
走完迷雾最浓处
天气豁然开朗
笛声尽杳
唯见一片古代的景物
见罢心中欢然欣喜
我便踏步向前
在阳光和春风的伴送中
循着一条明亮的大路……
The Nostalgic Bamboo Flute Tune Hsu ChiCheng
The nostalgic bamboo flute tune, sounding
Rising and falling, a thick mist
Calls one after another, played out
Of the endless finger-holes
Hearing the call
I stand up
And walk into the mist
The further I walk, the thicker the mist gets
After having passed through the mist
I found myself in a bright open space
The bamboo flute is vanishing gradually
An ancient scene meets my eyes
Seeing it, I feel rather joyful
And step forward
Along a bright wide road
Together with the sunlight and the spring breeze
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