]The river is full of red ----- commemorating the 60th anniversary of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War
One place is red, and the water of three rivers is carrying the bandits? The love is silent, never secretive, and the words are well-written. How many times have the iron hooves traveled on the green road? Who pities the lonely ghost in this life? Leaning on the tomb, facing the kapok, I am speechless.
Old dreams are still buzzing. The head can be cut off, but who can pray for sin? The descendants of Yan and Huang are bleeding and heartbroken. The flames of war are filled with hatred and gallbladder, and the blood holds the sky. Asked about how powerful I am in this life, I said I have no regrets.
(Long Song) "Nian Jun Xing" - Dedicated to Premier Zhou
Nalan Huimin
Twenty years of haze have cleared, and the sunshine is coming. Month and day.
Yin and Yang are separated by vast distances, and life and death face each other in panic.
I came to confront you in panic, wanting to cry but without any sound or tears.
The tears are intermittent and it is difficult to make the journey, and Fujun still feels hesitant.
Your appearance has not changed, and your smile is as deep as the sea.
The depth of the sea is as deep as the depth of your kindness, which benefits 800 million people.
The Jianghuai man stands up to the sky, facing the wall for ten years and trying to break it.
After thirty years of war in the south and north, the red sun in the east is as beautiful as blue.
The water of Kunming Lake is shallow for boating, and the governance of a big country is a small delicacy.
Suddenly, as if a bad wind blew overnight, black clouds pressed down on the city and threatened to destroy it.
The king who tries to turn the tide is sad, but it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.
It is difficult for others to be in front of others, but the Prime Minister is the best person in the world.
The common people continue to inherit the incense, but the prime minister has no heirs in his life.
Therefore, there are green graves where you can lay flowers, and there are green moss on the roads where you can go home.
Since you turned around and left, I have only shed tears in vain.
It is difficult to face the sky and the earth. It is difficult to face the king. If you don’t see the tombstone, you won’t see the person.
Both of them looked at each other with tears in their eyes, feeling happy, sad and guilty.
I feel deeply that this person in China can be a monument or a soul.
I regret that the monument was ever erected, and the sky is filled with tears and rain.
Where are Yingying’s ashes buried? How can I know the way home in the confusion?
Dedicate your body and mind in front of you, but can you keep your mind and body in your thoughts after your death?
Thousands of miles of memory of love, thousands of rivers and mountains, whatever you want.
Walking like a dreamland is a good way to see you. When I see you, I say your kindness every day.
With long songs and long complaints, bit by bit until dusk.
Reflections on the 60th Anniversary of the Victory of the Anti-Japanese War
The reincarnation of sixty-year-olds is filled with turbid dust, and the boundless gray dogs are like floating clouds.
A river of green blood has left no trace, and the mourning has not been heard for eight years.
The permanent member of the Security Council dreams of the graves of old friends on Langya Mountain.
The national anthem was not played in the square. Who could recall the volunteer army at that time?
The reincarnation of sixty-year-olds is filled with turbid dust, and the vast gray dogs are like floating clouds.
A river of green blood has left no trace, and the mourning has not been heard for eight years.
The permanent member of the Security Council dreams of the graves of old friends on Langya Mountain.
The national anthem was not played in the square. Who could recall the volunteer army at that time?