The window of the 21st floor beats with the eyelashes of the Pearl of the Orient
The twinkle of the deep night sky
The stars have lost their light
The moon also shyly hides among the clouds and turns its crystal eyes
Flattering waves gently float halfway across the sky
Looking down at the Huangpu River flowing
The reflection of a hundred years of stories faintly moves to tell the heart of a person. The reflection of a hundred years of storytelling moves slightly to tell the story of the heart
Dreams slip gently under the eyelids
Without bringing the thoughts of a lover
The cluttered thoughts around the city
Through the Floating thoughts
Dating with neon rainbow plaza
As exciting as the daytime
The excitement of the Bund, which is crowded with couples, is impossible to sleep.
The Waibaidu Bridge is wearing the long coat of Suzhou River's joys and sorrows
Shedding the city's fickleness and talking quietly with the Huangpu River
The meat-and-vegetable dinners fight with the gastric juices
Letting the bile judge
Or falling into the small intestines' gentle trap of slow entanglement
The accumulation of the fat's residual value
Becomes the big belly and the bloated body.
Can't stop the city from exploding in popularity
The wind outside the window seeks its companion among the twinkling stars
Through the cracks shakes the glass of affection
Letting the heat wave have a touch of pleasure
Thinking about the heart of the dance and the night together with the slipping through the insomniac Shanghai
One of the neon signs on the Huangpu River
The night is the time of the day when you can see the neon signs on the Huangpu River
At the end of the day you can see the neon signs on the Huangpu River.
The night,
Dreams are stirring the pillow thinking, ripples of watchfulness,
Push open the window facing the river. Mind out of the string into neon eyes,
flashes shot through the splendor of the river to and fro.
The long dragon lying on the ground for a thousand years, pupils envisioned Shanghai tomorrow ---- the home of the World Expo, the international metropolis.
The river water dissolves the curling smoke, transformed into rows and rows of buildings.
The Oriental Pearl's forehead, Jin Mao's waist plate, the International Convention Center's chest,
The colorful mood inverted into the exciting river, recycling people looking forward to the idea.
I pillowed the neon on the Huangpu River, recalling:
Yesterday you absorbed your mother's milk slowly grew up;
Today you have been strong to collect the world;
Tomorrow you are going to reproduce the splendor of today