Red flags are flying, swords and guns are shining, and our army is marching west; The army is mighty, everyone is brave, and the Japanese aggressors are frightened. Strict discipline, publicity everywhere, welcomed by the masses; Create new areas, call on the people and fight for the motherland!
There are heroes in Chidong who are brave and loyal to the party. Yin Hao trilogy behind bars, prison sings five stars red.
Mulan's heroic spirit endures forever, and Jiang Jie's loyalty remains unchanged. Not afraid of fire, stand up and die calmly.
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum. The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height. It must be sunny, wrapped in red makeup, especially enchanting.
This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees. Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish. Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows. These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.
The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle. Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills. Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold with the cross rail. I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.
If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: the land hit by the storm, the river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, the angry wind that blows endlessly, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest. Then I died and even my feathers rotted in the ground. Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply.