"At the end of the year, I don't talk to myself, but the crickets chirp."
The wind howls and the mournful ape cries. On this bloody night, who would have known that he was about to lose his life? Listening to the dull sound of rain, I don't know what to say. Between the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, the afterimage of the dream fills the future. At dusk, the black shadow slowly pours down.
"Why can't we follow each other's paths?"
"I am willing to do my best to prevent the blood that has not yet solidified on Huanghuagang from flowing in vain, so that the thoughts of patriots and martyrs will never be extinguished. No one in our Republic of China is willing to follow the legacy of the martyrs and sacrifice their lives to save the survival of the nation. I am willing to shoulder the heavy responsibility and swear to die for the country."
The heavy nanmu door was smashed down, and blood dripped like a torrential rain. The bullets were ready to go, and the sword she swung was like her long hair. With parting words filled with pain and pride, I watched the crossbows and swords drawn on the non-battlefield alone.
"The gleaming hand/gun reflects on your face, and the eyes are flashing with a violent red light. It is the face of a bloodthirsty person, with fangs exposed, tearing apart the flesh/body of the cruel and stupid king."
"Let me tell you, can you listen to me recite a poem? That might make you feel better."
She raised her head and saw the turbulent sea. Where the waves rolled, the dawn spewed out from the east where the sun rose. She stretched out her hand to push away a lock of black hair on the person in front of her, and tears frozen in the cold winter fell on her face.
"When the undercurrent is defeated, our own Qian Yao movement will be ushered in."
Purpose: The glory of the party shines on all generations