<Beautiful Article><Don't worry, we're here>
China's culture, a culture out of print, we have arrived too late. The sky, clouds flowing through the years. Is that fire still burning? The painfully beautiful scenery solidifies into thorns, stuck in your throat, red, swollen, inflamed, scabbed. Afterwards, it became an unbearable shame. Splattered blood and tears soak your palest soul. The drifting wind gently crosses the heavy yellow robe. Look, the smiles outside of memory have lost their substance. China's culture, a culture out of print, we have arrived too late. You, with tearful voice, sob a thousand, ten thousand times, wandering through the vast echoes of history. You pine and long in eternity, you cannot stop crying in this bewildering world, tears slowly fall to the ground, sorrow unspeakable. China's culture, a culture out of print, we have arrived too late. The lingering sound of the flute strikes your bitter pain, a pair of women's hands locks a collapsing dynasty, a man carelessly loses half the country. All resistance becomes futile, life cannot bear the heavy pain of parting, dull despair shrouds your fragile soul. China's culture, a culture out of print, we have arrived too late. Wind and rain for a thousand years, silence for a thousand years. Your silent, melancholic soul travels alone, those mournful stories spread in the wind and drift in the waters. Crossing the vast wilderness of the horizon, flying over the tear-stained watch, arriving sadly. In the tunnel of time, groups of stonemasons bend down, wielding chisels, one cut opens a story crying with blood. Everything chisels open a piece of sacred sorrow. China's culture, a culture out of print, you flow with tears, bleed, traversing a thousand years of wind and rain, also shaking the change of a thousand years. Approaching you, no strange word can describe your desolate magnificence, only silver hair filling the tunnel of time, fiercely bold. A nation is proud because of you. Approaching you, I cannot interpret the code of your life. But when I stop and face your silence, I can always feel a surge of life, a rolling of strength. Approaching you, I realize you guide the direction of our progress. Everywhere blends with your history. Sun and moon shuttle, past and present merge into your towering form. China's culture, a culture out of print, please stop your anger, stop your crying, stop your sorrow, stop your confusion, because we are here. Rest assured, with us here, your life will shine again!Rest assured, with us here, your spirit will shine brilliantly! Rest assured, with us here, the once-unique you will no longer be unique!
