Light the Lamp of Chongzhen and Illuminate China for Five Hundred Years

This is a beam of light in the middle of the night, Reflecting those in the folds of history, Someone who is trying to ignite the fire within. Civilized appearance, It has never been a grand scene with banners covering the sun and all nations coming to court. But in the darkest night, How many people, because of a voice or a figure, Start asking "why?" Start believing in "better." The Chongzhen lamp you held up, Trembling, but stubborn. It does not light the way for the victor, But those eyes that are still looking up at the stars in the dust. The long winding road of five hundred years, Where light spreads, What I heard, It is the most primitive heartbeat of the human spirit—— Even in desperate situations, you still have to ask, Keep a light on in the dark. This is civilization A look that never goes out.