1 and in 77, the blood in Nanjing was still wet, and 300,000 ghosts were still crying. But the ambition of the wolf has never changed. Textbooks can't change history. They are secretive and more and more stupid. They worship ghosts and seek God, but they are afraid and frightened. It's just that today is different. A billion people, a billion soldiers, a billion swords, and a billion sword dances turned upside down, scaring the enemy.
I stand in front of the wall without blood, and my eyes seem to have the heat of blood. Good and hate planted in my spirit can awaken national self-esteem and unity.
3, the city breaks the sun, and the ghost domain is unbearable. In a sea of blood, jackals eat groups. Knocking on the monument to wake up the people, knowing shame and strengthening the three armed forces. Throwing my wrist on the public sacrifice, the bell rang with tears and rain.
4, ruins, burning and looting, corpses everywhere, rivers of blood. Blood donation overflowed the city wall, overflowed the Yangtze River, overflowed the eyes of all people in China, and 300,000 ghosts wandered over the Stone City. From then on, it rained every day and frost every night in Nanjing. It's not rain, it's tears from our parents. That's not frost, that's sadness spread by our brothers and sisters.
5, killing 30,000 innocent people, mourning Yuyu. Human tragedy is contrary to family, heroic spirit is being raised, and dream horses are often tamed. Please take a picture of Japanese mother.