我站在十月清晨的微风里，遥望东方那一轮喷薄而出的太阳，一面鲜艳的五星红旗在头顶冉冉升起，这是一天里最美的片断。这时候，找在静静地倾听着一种声音，一种熟悉的令人热血沸腾的声音。这声音，来自并不遥远的年代，它穿越了时空的界限，使每一位倾听到它的人都激动不已， I stood in the breeze in the early morning of October, looking into the east at the glittering sun, with a vivid five-pointed red flag rising overhead, the most beautiful piece of the day. At this time, looking quietly listening to a voice, a familiar sound of passionate. This voice, coming from a not-so-distant era, crossed the boundaries of time and space so that every one who listened to it was excited,