[Huangpu X Peking University] Every Inch of Our Land Is Stained with Blood

The past is a story from long ago, a parting decided long before the words were ever written. Beneath Beiping’s gloomy, smoke-filled skies, he watched that person leave with a blade in hand, swept up in the calamity that engulfed their country. Eleven years later, there was only a lone boat on the vast sea, and this time they parted for good. Later, a solitary grave on the island of Taiwan gazed northward. A cup of clear tea was poured into the sea. May you know, may your spirit return home. Do you still remember those days by Yuanmingyuan? Don’t betray these magnificent rivers and mountains, cherished for five thousand years... Theme: