-Dedicated to the martyrs who sacrificed for the revolutionary martyrs.
The blood and words on those stones
Flood in-)
It is impossible to be in the distant sky
Draw a clear forest or a singing bird.
Think about the war.
The wind blew away the loess behind him.
An impassioned oath
Crush the rosary of time and space memory.
Coming from the depths of the wheat ears
I wait for the pale image in the moonlight and your loneliness.
Listen to your heavy and sharp whistle across the wasteland.
The story of cold blood yellowing
800 storms among 800 heroes
Let you run aground beautifully and sink miserably.
Facing the sleeping life
I weave a wreath with sunny weather.
Through bronze armor and ancient battlefields
Pay tribute to the soul that has quietly sprouted.
It's the same season.
Mother walked out of the house with a simple hoe on her shoulder.
Be careful to plant smiles and peace ...
(This article was forwarded by myself)