Singers: Zhou Wang, Li Xiaodong and Hu Die.

Lyrics: Zhang Shiwei

Composer: Zhong Wei

Lyrics:

I put pen to paper in the forest of steles.

Wrote a piece of Qin brick, which extended a prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The story of thousands of years is too long to be told in historical records.

Take out a ladle from the drowning water and make it into a hundred unique dishes.

I imitate the madness of Li Bai's youth with a new attitude.

Follow the direction of the Silk Road and grow towards the sky.

Shadow play cuts into time and the future.

Come to this ancient and modern place and enjoy your youth.

Acacia in The Book of Songs was sung by Baqiao Liu.

Who is knocking at the south gate to recall the past?

I walked west, thinking about Zhang Qian's hollowing out.

Take the Chang 'an to the poems and distant places he once walked.

Qinling Mountain seems to have widened the world by 1000 feet.

Near the Milky Way, it waters the green ocean.

At Linweishui Ferry, I put everything into my chest.

Looking at Xuanzang from a distance, it's my turn to play now.

This is Xi 'an's time in history.

Rise from the ground and evolve into a dream space.

The city gate opened only to accommodate a piece of heaven and earth.

I'll wait for you at the city wall to see Nanshan together.

This is the last article Xi read in Tang poetry.

Poet's youth, you can start again here.

And your next article is reserved by Qujiangchi.

The comparison of an era is up to you.

Chang' an has a moon on earth, and the Weihe River has waves;

Time is like a poem, and there is no evil at the end of the sentence.

Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism are in parallel, and the people are in the market;

Furong refused to thank her and was obsessed with Huaqing Palace music.

I poured ink on the rocks of the thatched cottage.

From then on, the soul is half vicissitudes and half moonlight.

Fly to the Milky Way with a guitar and sing Han and Tang Dynasties.

Tell Chang 'e about the sunny days in Chang 'an from the Temple of Heaven.

I want to watch the starlight and listen to Shaanxi opera in Bailuyuan.

Warm your heart with a bowl of green tea through delicious food.

The winding of Bashui naturally turns around the four books and five permanent members.

Who cleared his throat at Yanta and asked me to go on stage?

This is the immortality of Xi, a city with culture and half a city.

It's restart time to step on the blue brick and pat the blue tile.

The morning bell and the evening drum record every day you walk.

The figure of history is embedded in modern photos.

That's why Xi can wait for you.

Look at the moat and the ancient eaves.

There's always a place to slow you down.

It's like a long Millennium, just to see you.