其实在我们每个人的心中都有一个属于自己的中国节。几千年的文化传承下来,在我们心里蕴藏了太多,仿佛那些深埋在心里的情节,只要轻轻开启,便满是信手便可拈来的记忆片段,闪现交错,编织出一个属于自己的梦。也许就是荷塘水岸边传来的一曲古筝,也许就是身后烟雨迷雾 In fact, each of us has a heart of their own Chinese festival. Inheritance of thousands of years of culture, in our hearts contain too much, as if those who are buried in the heart of the plot, as long as gently open, it will be filled with a handful of memorable memories, flash interlacing, weaving a belong to themselves Dream Perhaps it is a song from the water pond Lotus came Zheng, perhaps behind the misty fog