1, the sensory artery runs through the Yellow River and empties into the Yangtze River. The blood vessels of Huaxia River are flowing, nourishing my heart, liver and intestines. Fire sees real gold, and revolution has experienced wind and rain. Patriotic poems spread in one vein, and the red flag spectrum is full of blood.
2, rereading the feeling of strange words, stopping at the eye, blood boiling. On the case, jing xing is rare and has many heroes. The ambition often rises with the clouds and waves, and the male body competes for mountains and rivers. Kyushu is as good as iron. Awesome, often depressed, what's in your heart, who can say. I hate the rest of my life being too late. With tears all over his face, smelling it makes Huang Liangjue feel better. On the edge of the dust, on this day, I am thinking about heroes, thinking about heroes.
3. The door where people go in and out is locked, the hole where dogs climb is open, and a voice is shouting: Climb out and set you free! I long for freedom, but I also know that the Taoist body can't climb out of the dog hole! I can only look forward to the day when the underground fire rushes up and burns this living coffin with me. I deserve eternal life in fire and blood.
4, the ancient road bluestone is cool; The martyr was buried in the forest. Eighteen officers; Loyal bones buried in huts elsewhere; Tell us what you want every day; Forget them.
5. Blood is still telling the ferocity of gangsters. Blood is still telling his bravery, but he fell down. In the face of gangsters, his heart will be timid, his sense of justice will be lost, and some people will not. He wouldn't, but he fell and set off the alarm. Our hero was buried in the ground.