读是一首诗, 看是一幅画, 雁来雁去春不去, 莲山就象白莲花。 妈阁紫烟情绵绵, 黑沙踏浪弹琵琶; 几百里潮声汐曲, 唱遏海角天涯。 云绕白鸽集, 月回大三巴; 双龙齐飞写传奇, 灯塔松涛拍云霞。 千轮万桅门前走, 世界就在屋枪下。 望不断的黄金海岸, 站满了高楼大厦。 情在这里生 Reading is a poem, watching is a picture, geese go go spring does not go, lotus like white lotus. Mau purple smoke lingering, black sand riding wave pipa; hundreds of tide tide song, singing stop the Cape horizon. Clouds around the dove set, back to the Cuban; Ssangyong Qi legend to write, Lighthouse Songtao shoot clouds. One thousand rounds before the door, the world is under the house gun. Looking forward to the Gold Coast, full of high-rise buildings. Love is born here