Endless modern poetry of serving the country.

My hero aims to serve the country.

be killed in battle

It is also a death without regret.

For example, General Zhang Zizhong died in Yicheng Pumpkin Shop.

Although the hero is dead

However, the loyal soul will live forever.

Life is hard to regret.

Fight only for the nation in your heart.

The cold wind whistling can't stop the childlike innocence of guarding mountains and rivers.

The red plum blossoms face the sun.

Where are the people with broken mountains and rivers?

Fight tigers and wolves at the end of the world

Reward loyal souls and bury the breeze.

Maybe there are many confused times in one's life.

But the faith and justice in my heart will never change.

Even in danger

How can you ignore the honor and disgrace of the nation for your own benefit?

Let the cold autumn in Leng Yue become my elegant temperament.

Let the majestic mountains and rivers bear my unyielding soul

Let the bright stars show me the way forward.

Let the dead tree witness the last glory of my life.

Because I don't want to be a hero in history.

I just want to be with this beautiful mountain and river.

Maybe tomorrow's sunshine will never see my heart again.

Because my heart has long been hidden in this pure land.

When love can't be expressed

General Zhang chose to leave.

When misunderstanding cannot be clarified

It is wise for General Zhang to choose death.

When the warm sunshine can't dispel the haze

General Zhang chose one to blow through the dust.

Use the breeze as a sword

Take righteousness as a knife

Clear the world of injustice.

Use loyalty as a gun

Take honor as a cannon

The dying heart seeks to destroy weeds.

If the heart remains the same

Why should I worry about my country and my enemies?

On the occasion of national peril

We are all soldiers.

Serving the motherland is a bounden duty.

What's the pity of dying in battle?

Only by bravely killing the enemy

In order to recover my rivers and mountains as soon as possible

Fang deserves to be from China.

Although I am a lonely ghost who died in battle.

Don't flinch and waste your life as a man.

I'm afraid I'll never see you again in my life.

Seeing the battlefield is the spirit of being displaced by mountains and rivers.

Zhuang Zaizhong Hua

Raise the autumn wind and embrace the moonlight