-"China Mountain" On the long and narrow coast of Malacca, there is a hill with lush vegetation. The 10,000 ancient tombs in the "China Mountain" all face north. The blue sky is a quilt, the grass is a bed, and the sailors who are sailing quietly lie here. Wandering souls, in China, looking north together, offering wine to the heroes, can't stop my tears flowing a thousand times. Imagine the grand occasion of Daming: the heroes set sail with the three treasures and made seven voyages to the West. The sound of guns was deafening, Zheng He's fleet set sail, masts stood everywhere, colorful flags floated into the clouds, and huge ships and floor ships broke through the waves. The semaphores shook each other, and the commander ordered Lin Qiang, the drum horn connected to the ship, to plow out silver waves to resist the hurricane. The bright moon shines on the boat, all of them raise their glasses to drink Chinese wine, the sunset glow reflects the sails, and the flute plays the palace horn feather merchants. The sun is shining, the blue waves are rippling, the fleet is like a cloud, and the sea is changing; How brilliant it is to carry forward the national prestige and light up China! The Silk Road from Nanyang to the West spread Chinese civilization to foreign countries. China Mountain and Castle Peak are lucky enough to bury their loyal bones, while Malacca and Haitao sing for their souls. Rest in peace, soldier Daming, rest in peace, fellow villager,
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