Create a Peaceful World

The golden sword accompanies the iron horse, the long branches and spikes are stained with blood, the bows sound like rain, and the willow leaves are like cold light. I woke up in the middle of the night, and the sword still came out of the box. The rivers and mountains in the eight thousand miles were boiling, and the swords and soldiers were screaming. Who heard the people's cries, who heard the people's sorrow. This is a small person struggling in the turbulent flow of history. Is he on the stage of history, or is he pushed to the stage by the waves in the long river of history.