数字是一点灯火,映照历史,星星闪烁,见证狼烟滚滚,几度烽火。仿佛对我说,我的祖国,历经生死,血花万朵。统计,你告诉我,这一盏灯火,在历史天空,永恒闪烁。数字是一条长河,穿越千年,绵绵流过,承载风霜雨雪,沧桑斑驳。仿佛对我说,我的祖国,度尽劫波,依然执着。统计,你告诉我,这一条长河,是苍茫大地,跳动脉搏。 The number is a little light, reflecting the history, the stars flashing, witness the smoke rolling, several flames. As if to say to me, my motherland, passes through life and death, blood flower 10000. Statistics, you tell me, this light, flashing in the sky of history, eternal. The number is a long river, through the millennium, flowing through, bearing the wind and rain snow, vicissitudes mottled. As if to say to me, my motherland, make robbery, still persistent. Statistics, you tell me, this is a long river, is a vast land, beating pulse.