五年级上册课文《最后一分钟》英文版

Listen to the last minute of the wind and rain the return journey. Listen to your closer steps,

Listen to all Chinese heartbeat and inquiry.

At the last minute

Is the shape of the flag,

Is between heaven and earth slowly rose red, Is the backbone of the flagpole -- Chinese straight, Is expanded, the land of Hongkong and the sky is instant Wanzhong exultin the silence,

Is the silence whose trembling lips, Who is in tears again and again Lightly shout the name:

Hongkong, Hongkong, our heart! I saw, Finally, a wisp of smoke over Humen,

In the hundred years after the last minute

Finally cleared;

The torn history textbook, On page 1997th, The deep scar,

Have blood and knife light Cast into our soul when a paper yellowing old treaty quietly landing,

Emerge in smoke

The Great Wall's face, yellow skin of the face,

What is in the slowly flowing:

One hundred years of pain and joy, All through this teardrop,

The sea is boiling! At the moment,

It is midnight, and in the morning, All eyes are new sunrise,

All the salute is the century bell. Hongkong, let I cling to your hands, Listen to the last minute of the wind and rain the return journey, then to run to embrace, To meet the fresh The dewy, aromatic

Rooted in the deep earth

The first flower of Chinese redbud......