I am the son of the Han family,
My home is China,
My blood is Yanhuang,
The sound of horse hooves that strangled Shi Yanran has faded away,
The crowns of the clothes of all nations have gradually turned yellow.
Walking through eighty thousand miles of desolation,
Wear a thousand years of glory,
The blood of our ancestors,
It's stirring in your and my chest.
Yanhuang Zhizhou,
Seed of God,
The sons of the Han family have their own glow.
The morning sun has risen over Dongshan,
The spring breeze is already blowing in the wilderness,
To take care of the Han family's clothes and clothes in spring water,
Looking at the sky, he waved his sword and pointed into the distance.
Chang Ge enters the sea,
Thousands of miles of calm and calm,
A sharp sword patrols the sky,
Bless all Chinese people.
Illuminated by the sun and moon,
They are all our generation galloping on the battlefield,
Wherever the rivers go,
All inherit the fragrance of Tianxiu*wood.
Daqi's mighty sky wind,
Make the jackal docile,
Make the demons friendly,
Let flowers decorate the earth.
Let people smile.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
