The wind of history keeps blowing, blowing the vicissitudes of the sea, the changes in the world, and the changes in things and people. The only thing that remains unchanged is that piece of land and the glorious footprints...
——Inscription
In the bleak autumn wind along the way, accompanied by the falling leaves, we came to you. Ah, land, how many celebrities and people with lofty ideals have been nurtured and grown up by you, and how many heroes and heroes have passed away in your arms...
Perhaps it is God's will, the rain is pouring down, falling on the land, churning up. Countless splashes. Finally arousing the anger of the land, he hugged the rain and rolled randomly in the raging wind. Either the rain was blended into the soil, or the soil yielded in the rain, and just like that, the ground became muddy. The little man watched the wind, rain, and land fighting in despair, hesitating in his heart whether to run away or sit back and wait for death. Finally, a man stood up. He raised his strong right arm, and with a powerful voice, swore to the heaven and the earth, and shouted to the sun and the moon. He led people to step out of the mud of the land, step on a piece of flat land, and walk towards the ambition of the swans. As they walked, a piece of footprints lay quietly on the land...
After the rain, everything recovered calm. In the distance, Zhang Chu's flag fell, and then he fell. He swallowed heavily, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. He looked sadly at the sky, at the mountains, at the trees, at the land, and finally his eyes fell on the footprints. He slowly closed his eyes without regret, and he blended in with the land...
The fragrance of earth filled the air, seemingly present or absent, clear or thick, Like an ethereal ribbon, it gently hovers over the footprints, seeming to lament the heroic life, and then floats to the distance of history with the gentle wind...
Another group of people appears. On this land, they stood upright, looking at the land in the distance, their eyes revealing the bravery and determination of a soldier. The north wind blew fiercely, piercing deeply into their spinal cords like a sharp sword, seeming to want to strangle their will. However, the fire of revolution burned tenaciously in their hearts, burning fiercely, burning away the harshness of the north wind, burning away the coldness of the ice and snow, and burning away the confusion of the world. The soldiers strode forward resolutely. Go, stride towards the 25,000-mile Long March...
The last gust of wind blew the white snow into the distance, and the land was gradually exposed. A footprint was carved deeply into the land, as if witnessing the victory of the soldiers. He is so sonorous and powerful, so neat, without a trace of disorder, like a soldier's determination, so firm, heading into the distance and disappearing on the horizon...
Now, we set foot on this journey. piece of land. The fallen leaves are flying all over the sky, like butterflies, trying to retain the midsummer that has just left. Time is like this, always taking away everything without mercy. The world is unfolding like a slide show, and the past becomes history, turning into a gust of wind blowing into the future. No matter what the future holds, whether it is failure or success, what we have to do is to step firmly on this land, take every step we take, and leave our unashamed footprints on this historical witness. ……