The mountains and rivers are meandering, and the waves wash Wan Lifeng.
Every time the twilight drum takes off and lands, the book is written by the Qing Dynasty.
Looking at tall buildings from a distance, the three rivers are surging and the four seas are boundless.
The mountains and rivers are infinite, slightly majestic and earth.
Looking back on 1935, there were thousands of warriors in the frost forest.
Hundreds of millions of voices are thundering, and the ice is broken in the wind.
With a flick of my finger, it became a dream and gave me a leisurely spring day.
Slightly sing the ancient times, giving the breeze luxury.
2. "that day"
-Commemorating the 66th anniversary of the December 29th Movement.
Wind of history
Blow over 66 pages of calendar
That cold day
Start a life.
Deduct it in my eyes
Snowflakes are no longer white.
That cold winter
There is only one kind
Jin Ge's cry is like an iron horse.
Deprived this ancient country
Thick coat
Show one's scarred body
a drop of blood
Splash on my forehead
Burn one
A deep imprint
Time is like the north wind.
roared past
That day has passed.
But the shoulders of reality.
Can you stand it?
Those once boiling passions
The days go on.
On the back of the century
Gaze quietly
outside the window
Sunshine tenderness
Touch the earth
I just don't know that in its memory.
the other day
Is it like a sculpture?
Standing forever