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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