That year, the desolate west was everywhere in Na Yue.
A team crossed the wasteland.
A hail of bullets. Play songs all the way.
The solemn and stirring March makes death as wonderful as a smile.
The soul dances in the baptism of blood and fire.
West, west, west.
Singing is connected with hope, and gunfire breeds dawn.
Heroes, you are chasing the footsteps of the sunset and heading for the glory of the new century.
Desert. Snow mountain. Wasteland.
Ranch. Forest. Oasis.
Years have reduced my feelings.
In the huge time tunnel, unyielding souls are flying.
At this moment, people coming from the smoke and suffering are stubbornly alive.
Those hands with guns depict the grand plans of the west, and countless touching stories overflow every corner of the earth. ...
Different languages shout the same number,
Different voices sing the same battle song,
Different nationalities are blooming with the same smiling faces.
Create beauty, create happiness, and create magnificent poems of mankind.
The fire of civilization started a prairie fire here, and the west announced to the world:
We are the descendants of pioneers, stepping in the footsteps of pioneers and marching forward bravely.
High-tech achievements were born in our wisdom, and the four modernizations were realized in our struggle.
Democracy. Legal system. High dignity.
Our souls are full of blood and salt.
Oh, eternal creator, your blood running deep in the earth makes our will stronger and stronger the longer.
In the vast ocean around me, the ripples of history tap my feelings.
How many stormy days, how many days of singing and laughing, how many vigorous days, how many lonely and helpless days, our souls are still clean and sunny.
The tragic scene of swords and swords, the desolate and dignified sigh, and the eyes that want to cry without tears are all fission and sublimation in the nuclear reactor of time and space.
The baptism of countless blood and fire, the tempering of countless souls and bodies, we have entered the paradise of the new century.
The great and radical western spirit was born.
Beautiful flowers compete with each other.
Birds are singing and the sun is shining. ...
Those who are sick and sick and hate each other,
Those frog horns are in vain, and flies are meager.
Cut into pieces by strong light waves.
Happy are those who strive for it.
The soul dedicated to it is eternal.
Then let's sing loudly.
For mankind and our beautiful home. ...
Laolianchang
Like an old tree on the wasteland, its brow is covered with the marks of years.
Countless winds beat his thin bones, and the cold eroded his eyes.
At that moment, the tree was silent.
Who ignited his youth?
What sound awakened his homesickness?
Oh, old company commander, your unyielding soul is burning the lofty sentiments of the officers and men at the border, and the night at the border is so colorful. ...
At that moment, you were an eternal statue.
Standing in the wilderness, behind them, those desolate stories bear heavy fruits.
That winter, a rare heavy snow suddenly buried all the crops. Cattle and sheep fell on the snow like a piece of hay sighing in the wind. ...
Old company commander, you spread the spring of life with a pair of hard and powerful hands.
That year, the remnant winter disappeared in your passion, and a group of young lives were brilliant and colorful.
And you, silently fell at the end of the years.
Snow covers your thin bones, and countless birds hover in the gloomy sky. ...
In this way, the old company commander was peacefully buried in the depths of the earth.
His hand against the wind and snow is like a flash of lightning every cold night.
Illuminate our ordinary and fulfilling life.
boundary tablet
One eye pursues light in the dark.
A sound penetrates the soul, and the long acacia arouses the echo of the ground.
Autumn leaves are still swirling in the air, and the sunset glow on the edge is very clear and red.
At the moment, I am walking on an ancient road full of decaying grass, and the wind is full of eyes, blowing a bleak night.
I saw smoke billowing from the kitchen in Chigucheng, higher than the pine forest, and the soldiers of Wusun Kunmo screamed again and again.
Isn't that the holy lake where Princess You Jie bathed?
The sound of surging waves washed away sadness and loneliness. You see, on the rosy lake, seagulls smile and enter heaven.
At this time, the boundary pillar still stands alone in the wind.
The hand of time brushed away its troubles, and many ancient dreams were as dull as water.
I know that in the valley where human beings look back, those flowers and cemeteries, those tears and laughter, the colors of green grass and leisurely emotions have all disappeared without a trace.
A hymn rang out in the sky.
Man, in the sorrow of looking forward to the Millennium, can you still hear the tremor from the depths of your soul?
At that moment, the boundary pillar was silently staring at the distant sky. ...