Egypt’s early morning, so is as before serene. The golden color river bank merchant calmly rolls by, even has not awakened the waterfowl which the reed sleeps peacefully.

I stand and wait for a long time lonelily on the sandbank, Shui Lang kisses my rough both feet, the cool breeze is stroking is my swarthy facial cast. I bend down the body, buries in the middle of deeply the gentle current of water the face. The golden color early morning splendor merges into one organic whole me with the ancient Nile River.

  30 years ago, are in this river bank, a small bamboo blue four month big Judea baby boy has become in all same age Judea baby boy’s only survivor. The destiny is doomed to let him for Jew’s leader, shoulders the national revival the heavy burden. 

 On the river bank royal officials are that dignified grand. The royal palace color is the Egyptian soil color, that matter level father’s palace is surely the laborer completes with theirs blood and the meat and the soil. In which Judea older generations have exhausted their blood and the perspiration, trades is actually lets more descendants degenerate into the pharaoh the slave.

 I remembered ten year ago to take the blame to flee. At that time I let slip the crime which violated not to be able to undertake, that was in that desert fire, “” a piece, trees’ wailing, just like my clansman’s painful groan. At that time, Jehovah’s sound from airborne transmitted, I restored to the versatile God’s belief, restored to the national great future faith. Is reflecting the rebirth flame, that night of I have understood my mission. 

Is leaning on the wooden stick, I step the stream bank, looks to that piece of day of death the gloomy region which covers for the mist and dust, that has imprisoned the wisdom industrious Judea nationality human body and the mind slum i. I let them to the happy homeland’s description look forward to extremely, but the slave has destroyed their dignity, the belief, their An Yu poverty-stricken and maintains the livelihood reluctantly the life diligently. Without the freedom, they do not dare not to be willing to the yellow sand billowing Nishina desert to tread one step. 

 Not only the stupid dense nai Pate pharaoh refused me to have the request which the clansman left, but also treated as them the prisoner to resemble safeguards, the pain was unable to withstand the clansman started to hate me, was far away from me. Under this dual pressure, I am isolated and cuts off from help. 

  No, I believe! God will not abandon his faithful follower, he will direct me to lead the people finally to obtain the freedom. The firm belief can Jiangju’s big pressurization make my strength the fountainhead, I certainly will enable the Judea nationality to become the greatest nationality. 

 Postscript: In the 14th century B.C., great Judea leader Moses led the people to get rid of Egyptian pharaoh’s enslaving, has stepped onto the national revival path.