Amidst the bustling streets of old Shanghai,
Lanterns flicker, casting shadows long,
The whispers of the ancient dragon sigh,
In tales of silk and tea, where hearts belong.

In the fields where golden rice does sway,
Farmers toil with hands both strong and kind,
Beneath the watchful sky of jade and gray,
A legacy of earth and soul combined.

The Great Wall winds through mountains high and steep,
A sentinel of stone through time’s vast span,
Stories etched in every crevice deep,
Of unity, of strength, the heart of man.

In temples where the incense softly curls,
The prayers rise to heavens far and wide,
In harmony with nature’s gentle swirls,
The essence of a life where peace resides.