The eightieth anniversary of the founding of the Party, Yuyu Wan Li takes on a new look. The world has been dormant for fifty years and shed tears several times. Reading the red chamber and spreading fire, peaches and plums are all over the world; Looking forward to Wan 'an Cemetery, nervous and intense. Oh! Zhang valve for the forest, I am a martyr; Three twists and turns of torture, dark and tragic. However, the former sages are graceful and restrained, and the successors are long; Pioneers bleed and spring blossoms.