You are fighting in the front line of the revolution.
Guns are your life.
It is your brush that writes about victory.
The March 8th Big Cover played the indomitable spirit of the people of China.
Millet and rifle shoot out the anger in China's soul.
The tortoise box reaped the life of the jackal fiercely.
Huo Huo Sheng Wei's broadsword dance is smart and elegant.
You defend our home with your lives.
You defended national dignity with your blood.
Blood coagulation forms a small river, named-blood soul.
All over China.
With blood and terrorblade, our territory.
Blood and soul converge into the Yellow River.
Into the hearts of thousands of people
The stubborn blood soul of dog tail grass
Fear, the wolf's guts
I don't know when the gunfire faded away.
Occasionally there are sporadic noises.
The sound is so beautiful.
Because you broke through the local defense line again.
Break through the barrier
Stand on the top of victory
Look at those unknown soldiers who dare to put their backs on their backs.
That is a kind of trust that transcends everything.
A feeling that cannot be described in words.
This is your tacit cooperation.
Is to see through each other's thoughts without words.
Those souls who fell at the foot of the mountain
Interpret a belief with one's own life-driving the wolf to devour the tiger.
The wind blew up dust and sand.
The mud sticks to your scarred body.
But I can't hide your feelings of defending your country.
How many loyal souls are buried in a foreign land
You can't see the sunrise in your hometown
I can't breathe the simple atmosphere of my hometown anymore.
Never feel tired again.
Others lost their old mother in their hometown.
There are only two words that children can never shout out-dad.
My wife is tired and can't find an arm to lean on anymore.
There is no port for boating.
Spring is coming
Your souls have become dandelion seeds.
Through the wind, your mother-in-law comforted you and returned to your hometown after a long separation.
You landed on the land you are familiar with.
Blood becomes a river-the soul of blood.
Water your tired soul.
After being nourished, you continue to sway in the fields of your hometown in spring.
Smart and brave.
Breathing the air of my hometown
Absorb sunlight from home.
You solemnly look at our comrades who are harvesting the lives of jackals.
Pray for them.
Blood and soul have flowed through countless eventful years.
It laid an indelible foundation for resisting the aggression of jackals.
You are eagles soaring in the sky, flapping your wings and flying high.
You are a civet cat in the dark, chasing ignorant mice.
You are running lions, chasing prey, and there is nowhere to hide.
You are the majestic Great Wall of Wan Li, never give up.
You are the towering Mount Tai, overlooking thousands of flies.
You are a pine tree in Nanshan, and you will be immortal.
You created brilliance with your blood.
You have forged a prosperous China with your souls.
Without your footsteps, maybe we don't know what it is like now.
Without your tenacious fighting spirit, when will the jackal become extinct?
Without your tall figure bravely creating natural disasters, victory may no longer be written like this.
This is a long journey. You are struggling.
The blade is serrated.
The great territory of China as a picture scroll.
Your blood will turn crimson.
Your bodies have become wolf hair.
Breathe out a magnificent mountain and river.
This picture is fixed on the edge of China.
Draw a cock with its head held high.
Standing in the eastern sky
You shouted out the voice of the people of China with your blood and life.
Awaken the descendants of countless sleeping dragons.
This also scared off the enemies who tried to devour our lives.
You are Sirius in the sky, cold but full of inner fanaticism.
You, the successor of the dragon, are guarding your home.
You, an indelible memory.
Let your soul shout with me:
Those who violate China's great powers will be punished far away!