Get up, get up, get up!
There is blood on the ground, refuse your bread;
May your wounds be like eyes.
Cry for the dead, the dead, the dead.
What other sadness can there be?
Your son, your wife, your brother;
Who said they were killed on Battle Day?
Get up, get up, get up!
The land that doesn't give you bread flows with blood;
Make your wound look like an eye.
Tears for the dead, tears for the dead.
Is there any other way to pour out your sadness?
That's not your son, wife, brother,
Said they were killed during the battle?
Wake up, wake up, wake up!
Slaves and tyrants are twin enemies;
Has the cold chain been shaken?
Rest in peace, dust that belongs to your loved ones:
Their bones in the grave will start to move,
When they hear the voice of their loved ones,
Loudest in the jihad above.
Wake up, wake up, wake up.
Slaves and tyrants are twin enemies;
Break the cold chain
In the dust of the rest of your loved ones;
How their bones will wake up and jump,
Once they hear the songs of their loved ones.
The highest in this sacred battle!
Wave and hold the flag high!
When freedom is conquered:
Although slaves like her.
Hunger and labor, sighing.
And Ye who took part in her royal car,
Don't raise your hand in the joint war,
But to protect her, whose children are you?
V 1: Hold high the flag!
The Statue of Liberty is galloping towards victory;
Just serve her servant
It is "hunger" and "bitterness", it is a sigh, it is a sigh.
And you, followers of her solemn carriage,
Don't help support gang robbery,
You are sons of liberty, fighting only for her.
Glory, glory, glory,
To those who suffer!
Never mention names in stories.
More than you won.
The conquerors conquered their enemies alone,
Whose revenge, pride and power did they overthrow?
Ride a leaf, win more than yourself.
V 1: glory, glory, how glorious!
Anyone who suffers for her will die on the battlefield
There is no name in history.
Will be more brilliant than what you won.
The conquerors of the past conquered the enemy,
But to restrain one's hatred, pride and power.
But you, there will be more victories over the enemy.
Bind, bind every eyebrow
Corolla with violets, ivy and pine;
Now hide the blood.
Sweet nature gives it a sacred color:
Green power, blue hope and eternity;
But don't have pansies among them;
Ye is injured, which means amnesia.
V 1: Oh, prick everyone's forehead.
Crown of violets, ivy and pine branches;
With things that nature worships.
Beautiful colors cover up small blood spots;
Blue power, blue hope and eternity;
Everything, just don't grieve Corydalis,
You have been insulted, which will sting your memory.
(18 19) 2. Follow your dreams. I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch in San Storo. He asked me to use his house to hold fund-raising activities to raise money for the "youth at risk" project. The last time I went there, he introduced me and said, "I want to tell you why I let Jack use my house. All this can be traced back to a story about a young man. He is the son of a traveling horse trainer. He will train horses from one stable to another, from one runway to another, from one farm to another, and from one pasture to another. As a result, the boy's high school career was constantly interrupted. When he was in senior three, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and what he wanted to do when he grew up. " That night, he wrote a seven-page document describing his goal, hoping to own a horse ranch one day. He described his dream in great detail. He even drew a 200-acre ranch map, indicating the locations of all buildings, stables and runways. Then, he drew a detailed floor plan and planned to build a 4,000-square-foot house on a 200-acre dream ranch. He put a lot of effort into this project, and the next day he gave it to the teacher. Two days later, he received his paper. On the first page, there is a big red F with a note saying, "Come and see me after class." ""After class, the boy with dreams went to see the teacher and asked him,' Why did I get an F? I have a friend named Monty Roberds who owns a horse ranch in San Storo. I often borrow his spacious residence to hold fund-raising activities in order to prepare funds for the plan to help teenagers. At the last activity, he mentioned in his speech: "I borrowed the house from Jack for a reason. This story is related to a little boy whose father is an equestrian. He had to follow his father everywhere since he was a child. The boy's schooling process is not smooth. When I was in junior high school, once the teacher asked the whole class to write a report on volunteering when I grow up. " "That night, he wrote seven pieces of paper, describing one of his great wishes, that is, to have a horse farm of his own, and carefully drew a design of a 200-acre farm, which marked the stables, runways and other positions. Then a huge house covering an area of 4,000 square feet was built in the middle of this big farm. " "He made great efforts to finish the report and handed it to the teacher the next day. Two days later, he got the report back. On the first page, he typed a big red F. Next to it, he wrote a line: See me after class. ""After class, he went to the teacher with a report, and his mind was full of fantasies:' Why did you fail me?' ""The teacher said,' It's an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from a mobile family. You have no resources. It takes a lot of money to own a horse. You must buy this land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock, and then you have to pay a large breeding stock fee. You can't do it. Then the teacher added, "If you can rewrite this paper with more realistic goals, I will reconsider your score." . ""The boy thought it over for a long time when he got home. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, "listen, son, you have to make up your own mind about this." However, I think this is a very important decision for you. ""Finally, after sitting for a week, the boy handed in the same paper without making any changes. He said,' You can keep F, and I will keep my dream. Monty then turned to the assembled crowd and said, "I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse farm. I still put that school newspaper in the fireplace. He went on to say, "The best part of this story is that two summers ago, the teacher took 30 children to camp on my farm for a week. "When the teacher left, he said,' Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was a dream thief. In those years, I stole many children's dreams. Fortunately, you are enterprising enough not to give up your efforts. "Don't let anyone steal your dreams. Anyway, follow your heart.
"The teacher replied:' You are still young, don't daydream all the time. You have no money, no family background and nothing. Building a farm is a big project and costs money; You have to spend money to buy land, buy thoroughbred horses and take care of them. Don't aim too high. He went on to say,' If you are willing to rewrite a wish that is not so outrageous, I will grade you again.' ""The boy thought it over several times when he got home, and then asked his father for advice. His father just told him,' Son, this is a very important decision. You must make up your mind for yourself. ""He thought for several days and decided to return the manuscript word for word. He told the teacher:' Even if there is a big scarlet letter, I don't want to give up my dream. At this time, Monty said to everyone, "I tell this story because you are sitting in a 4000-square-foot mansion on a 200-acre farm." I still have the report written by junior high school. " He paused and said, "Interestingly, two summers ago, that teacher took 30 students to camp on my farm for a week. Before leaving, he said to me,' Monty, I'm a little ashamed. I threw cold water on you when you were in junior high school. Over the years, I have said the same thing to many students. Fortunately, you have the perseverance to stick to your dreams. "
No matter what you do, believe in yourself and don't let other people's words knock you down.