Poetry about Corps

Defending the vast Tianshan Mountains can wait for Kazuki Watanabe musician Hook, Flying Horse and Snow Mountain and Sirius Hill. It's hard to defend the country, but it's hard to ask the hometown for a letter. The soldiers of the Corps are full of pride and fighting in northern Xinjiang. They are brave and heroic, and the soldiers are brave and brave. They build the frontier, wield shovels and hoes and work hard. They defend the frontier, hold on to steel and shoot jackals. The chairman teaches them. The pure soul shines red. They take root in the frontier and will never waver with the party. The grass hut lives in the grass hut, and the soldiers are high-spirited and have five continents and four oceans in mind. Dedicated to youth in northern Xinjiang. Living in a small grass house, the revolution will never forget, and we will struggle hard all our lives, aiming at raising the red flag in northern Xinjiang. Living in a small grass house, our hearts will turn to the red sun, and the soldiers will always follow the party, and there will be no obstacles. Living in a small grass house, our hearts will be happy, and in order to achieve the big goal, our hearts will be sweet again. The night shift of the wine shop will be full of moonlight and stars will laugh all over the sky. The barracks have fallen asleep, but only the wine shop is brightly lit. Bad flowers dance in the wind, the heat rushes to the sky, the fire is blazing, and the soldiers are more ambitious. The ambitious young eagles spread their wings all over the world, and the frontier beyond the Great Wall is rooted. Who said that this place is not their homeland, and the motherland is my home everywhere? The mentor guides the road clearly, and the May 4th Movement reflects thousands of miles, and the frontier is cultivated for life, and the revolutionary youth is like fire. You distinguish it yourself.