Like an erupting volcano
They once shook the land
The reverberation of their cries is still like the midnight mountain wind
The ebb and flow of the tides
The burning passion
cast into gloom and silence
A ray of starlight
There is another one. > samsara of ancient and modern times
There are only a few pages in the history books
When gold coins run over morality
Desire shatters sacredness
Some people are eager to rebuild that
chivalrous ideal
Naively running around with a copy of faith
Holding
is a lament
Anyone
. > in the turbulent river,
only the sail of reason
can sail far
blue lanterns, books
read all the vicissitudes of life
bitter tea, and calligraphy
write articles all over the world
This is a legend that remains unchanged for thousands of years-to commemorate the December 29th Movement
tonight. Turning over the sixty-seven pages with heavy history
I should remember the eventful years with biting north wind
along the stormy red track
a cry like an iron horse of Jin Ge
began to sprout in my eardrum
The sky didn't wake up at that time
The land was covered with scars
At that time, the face was only numb
Wandering about national subjugation. Die? And yeah? Fight?
My most beloved brothers and sisters
ask the soul with a pioneer attitude and a mournful and heroic breath
From Beiping to Tianjin from the northeast
From the young heart
generate, endless thunder
pierced countless blazing chests
People who don't want to be slaves
Get up-stand up. ! !
temper the rustling sword with great spirit
cast a towering monument with green blood.