The Spring Festival is here again,
Across the land of China,
If you have money, you fly,
If you don't, you stand on the train.
Looking at the Great Wall, inside and out,
Bags of all sizes abound.
Up and down the great rivers,
Migrant workers flow ceaselessly.
Rising early and sleeping late,
Through the night without rest,
Trying to compete with scalpers for tickets high.
Must have cash.
Seeing the sea of people,
A ticket hard to secure.
Tickets are so hard to buy,
Causing countless heroes to bend low in despair.
In days past, Emperors Qin Shi Huang and Han Wu,
Would flee upon seeing this;
Tang Taizong and Song Gaozu,
Had no solutions either!
A proud figure of his time,
Genghis Khan,
Could only turn back on horse.
What's wrong?
Just because after queuing up, they couldn't get a ticket.