Drifting in the Late Ming Dynasty

Eulogy In the past evening, the disaster seemed far away from us. We were immersed in the lush new green and the land of China was blooming with flowers. Every trace of the past was enough to make us happy. We never thought that we would lose you. But on that afternoon that was the same for thousands of days, the color of China changed, and the mountains and rivers wept. I was so panicked that I didn't know how to hold you. I let the tearing pain flow through my world, and my heart stopped breathing. Did you really go? From the memory of my growing up, in the southwest of my motherland, although I have never met you, I still think that you are the sky above the fertile soil of China, the dream-like sky, and the cloud-like imagination. Pain, why is it there. The simple land breeds unpretentious family affection. Even if the Chinese people are thousands of miles away, they can still be connected by heart and soul. Hundreds of millions of compatriots share the same sorrow, sympathy, weeping and solidarity when danger strikes. Dear relatives, we straighten our shoulders to see you off. On the road to heaven, we send you our best wishes. The land of China is unyielding.