The sky is clear and the spring breeze is full of enthusiasm.
The willows under the eaves are green and dancing with the wind.
Whose urchin wears a green willow hat?
Is waving Yang Liuzhi, is playing with the front.
You, a warrior in Qin and Han Dynasties, have green wicker on your head.
You, lurking in the bushes and weeds.
You clench your hands, angry knife and gun
You are waiting for orders to attack and kill the enemy.
You vowed to destroy tigers and wolves that dare to attack.
How brave you are, how hard you fight.
Enemy corpses are everywhere, rivers of blood are flowing, and rats are running around.
The fierce slave was frightened and dared not look south in the Central Plains for many years.
Castle peak has long buried loyal bones, and Qingming sprinkled heroic spirit.
Martyrs Cemetery, who is raising their hands and saluting?
Who is reciting poems in front of the Monument to Heroes?
Who is solemnly declaring irrefutable evidence?
There are also descendants who look serious and ignite their precious paper money.
You, a brave man in Tang and Song Dynasties, also lit the beacon of early warning.
It is rolling and instantly goes straight into the sky.
Horn, earth-shattering.
Hu rode in groups, with swords and guns everywhere.
Arrows rained down, covering the sky for a while.
The bow and arrow went out, the spear broke and the knife was cut.
I can't remember how many sleepless nights.
I can't remember how many fierce battles.
Countless times, how many times to repel the fierce jackal.
Countless, how many people's long bones are buried in a foreign land.
It's sunny or cloudy, and cold rain keeps coming.
Willow dances alone in the wild, and there are few tourists on the road.
The sky is gray and thunder rumbles from time to time.
On the battlefield of saving the country, guns rumbled.
The soldiers were wet and hungry, and they were cold all over.
But the anger of justice burns in your chests.
How many times did the cannon stop the enemy from charging?
How many times did the enemy retreat? The cannon roared.
How many people lost their legs and arms in the fire?
How many people were left in the explosion?
Hang in there. How many people were seriously injured?
How many people died heroically during the attack?
When the bullet is gone, you fight for the bayonet.
If the bayonet is broken, you can hit it with a gun.
When the butt of the gun is smashed, you fight each other.
As long as the blood is not drained, you will make the enemy bleed.
As long as the gas is not broken, you let the enemy die.
Or it's sunny, and you can go sightseeing.
Who is climbing briskly on the high mountain?
Who gallops on the vast grassland?
Who lingers among the red flowers?
Who walks in the country and lingers by the grass?
But, hero, please rest in peace.
You will always be remembered in peacetime.
Happy people, praise you forever.
Magnificent mountains and rivers will always show you.
Your backbone is the backbone of the nation.
Like a mountain, high and straight.
Your thoughts are the thoughts of the country.
Like a prairie-magnificent and vast.
Your spirit is the national spirit.
Brilliant as red flowers and vigorous as grass.
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