An image built with blood and life
Has been forgotten by history as a cold season.
Great truth and our happiness.
The rejection of the latecomers who are divorced from reality
It's cold around the cemetery.
My flower basket is close to my childhood textbook.
It's lost here
Vow to join the Young Pioneers 30 years ago
A martyr might as well die in the sky.
You lost a lot of sadness.
I lost a lot of poetic language.
In front of the martyr's tomb
Approaching gently
Gaze quietly
I want to show my piety with a stick of incense.
Tell you: this year is not the year before.
Before my mother came to the monument, she lost her hands and shoes.
That's because mom has saved enough money for you for two years.
Take the wrong train to heaven.
With the desolation and profundity of the monument,
Prove to time
The posture of a generation falling and standing
You become a martyr, but you don't know what a martyr is.
Just like Clivia doesn't know what it has to do with Clivia.
When you crawl and bleed.
You gave Mother Earth a complete heart.
You have no idea how many such hearts there are.
Converging into a huge solution flow.
Just spit out a brilliant China.
I associate the birthday of a country with you.
Is it a masterpiece?
Hometown, I am just a humble dust.
My laughter and crying are nothing.
I miss it in my way.
If time can go back to 20 years ago,
I will use my surging song of spring tide.
The song for you sings for my country.