China's Dream of Spaceflight Is About to Come True: Join the Countdown to the Successful Launch of the Shenzhou 5 Crewed Spacecraft

Tonight, I looked out the window at a pale, clear yellow moon set in a purplish-blue night sky, and felt closer to it than ever before, because I knew it would be the next place for us Chinese to conquer. Suddenly, I thought of Liu Kezhuang's poem "Qing Ping Le": The wind is high, the waves are swift; I ride the toad's back for ten thousand miles. I once knew Chang'e's true form: her face was bare, untouched by makeup. I roam the silver halls and pearl palaces, looking down on the misty accumulation of air below. Drunk, I give the cassia tree an occasional shake, and people on earth call it a cool breeze.

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