I come from the Yangtze River.
Sleep in the mountains
After thousands of years of tempering
Still bright and bright
coastal
It was a face full of flowers.
Who can remember the past?
Think of Changjin Lake being trampled by iron hooves.
That year.
Think of the blood flowing in the ice sculpture.
Turn into hard lava
Even if no one remembers
but I ...
I can't forget it.
Those who fell beside me
smiling face
They used blood.
Sew up my wound.
But put my heart
Does it hurt? It hurts
They lay with the ice and snow.
Shaped a great wall that will never collapse.
There is only one belief in my heart.
Is to use blood
Put out war and smoke
That winter.
In that day of bullets.
They sleep next to me.
Blocked the tiger spy with his body.
Wipe my eyes.
Let me see today's beautiful home.
Let me do it too.
Always remember that day.
And those young smiling faces.
this evening
When I think of them,
tears
pool
Another Changjin Lake