-Fort Mekinly commemorates the 70,000 American soldiers killed in the Pacific during World War II. On the outskirts of Manila, Americans have 70,000 marble crosses engraved with the birthplace and name of the deceased, which are arranged on an empty green slope in a spectacular and miserable way, showing the war situation in the Pacific Ocean and the tragic fate of mankind. 70,000 colorful stories are buried by death forever. The world is beyond the scope of the noise of the city, where there is a huge and uneasy tremor in the ethereal world, and the birds in the mountains stop singing in fear. It's terrible. Even God feels lonely and dare not stay long. In the distance, Manila Bay is sparkling, with mango trees and phoenix trees everywhere. The scenery is too bleak. The sky is blue and the flags are flying, which makes you awe; It was dark, the national flag was quiet, and there was silence all around, overwhelmed by the feeling of death. ...
Beyond greatness
It is human's ignorance of greatness.
Who sat here crying in the war?
Its laughter once plunged 70,000 souls into a deeper abyss than sleep.
The sun is cold, the stars and the moon are cold, and the foam in the Pacific Ocean is boiled by gunfire, which is also cold.
Smith Williams Fireworks Festival is too glorious to take you home.
Your name shipped back to your hometown is colder than the sea water in winter.
Where is the hand of your savior in the noise of death?
Blood washed away the great memorial.
The war is crying. Why doesn't it laugh?
70,000 cruciferous flowers form a garden, and the village is surrounded by lilies.
Not moving in the wind, not moving in the rain.
Silence shows the paleness of Manila Bay to the tourists' cameras.
Smith Williams is a mirror image of the death barrier. I just want to know
Where did your eyes play when you were a child?
Where are the recordings and color slides of spring?
The birds in Fort McKinley don't crow, and the leaves dare not move.
Every sound will make the silence here bleed.
Space is insulated from space. Time escaped from the clock.
There is less talk here than the gloomy horizon, and it is always silent.
Beautiful silent room, the garden of the dead, the scenic spot of the living.
God has come to admire, and the car and the city have come.
Smith Williams, you can't come or leave.
Still like that, like taking off the surface of the heart, I can't see the face of the years.
In the day and night, in the night when the stars disappear.
Your blind eyes fall asleep regardless of season.
When I woke up, I found an incomprehensible world.
Sleeping soundly, Fort McKinley's particularly melancholy green grass.
Death filled the screaming marble with sacred objects.
Fort McKinley is a land-based Pacific Ocean, and its waves are shaped into a forest of steles.
A huge relief hangs on the darkest background of death, with tears flowing.
Seventy thousand stories were burned in the white trembling.
Smith Williams, when the sunset burns red, the wild mango grove is full of dusk.
God will leave in a hurry and the stars will fall.
You're not going anywhere.
There is no door at the bottom of the gloomy Pacific Ocean.