5,000 years of civilization started here,

It seems that this thrilling moment has been forgotten since time immemorial,

From the highest and farthest peaks to the heart of the motherland,

The bottom of my heart spontaneously pursues the feelings of human civilization,

Dream back to the millennium, the ancient temple is still the same,

As if how to see an ancient lamp,

illuminated the way forward for the descendants of Yan and Huang.

The Buddha name is still,

Drums beat,

Up and down for 5,000 years like a long river,

Nurturing Chinese civilization,

The waves are rolling,

Swords

Along the deep and long ancient road to Kunlun,

Make the most pious voice from the bottom of your heart.

A poem is like a snow lotus,

Around Kunlun,

Make the Chinese civilization pure and immaculate,

A poem, like a fiery heart,

Pounding tightly in Kunlun's chest,

Sending out the common voice of billions of descendants,

We will work together to realize the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.

Along the ancient road, in pursuit of ancient civilizations,

A Huanghe River along the ancient road to the long Kunlun,

This is the river civilization shared by mankind,

Tracing back to our ancient ancestors,

Wisps of smoke rose from the banks of the Huangshui River.

Poetry is picturesque, painting is poetry,

The most beautiful sound came out of the poetic Qinghai,

Let all living beings seem to see the traces of the Nine Heavens Xuannu floating by,

For thousands of years, there has been a road under the snow-capped mountains,

The road to human civilization,

Build up a pair of footprints full of perseverance,

Look up to the mystery and greatness of Kunlun.

International Poetry Festival,

Let the peace-loving people of mankind be brought together again,

In Kunlun's chest, express the most passionate true feelings in poetic life,

The cheers from the "Yao Pond",

Roundabout over the blue Qinghai Lake,

Patches of white clouds drifted by,

Listen quietly,

Kunlun's majestic voice.

Looking around the vast snow-capped mountains,

Looking at the vast grasslands,

green and green handover room,

It is as if I saw the flowers of countless poems blooming in the arms of Kunlun.