The Swordsman

It's dark. The sun fell into the crystal coffin of the sea and fell asleep. Some people say that his sunset is too red and too bright, so dazzling that people can't bear it, and he should die forever now. Those who still call him back in front of the sea are said to be "nostalgic" people. In fact, they are looking forward to tomorrow. The moon lit up at this time, but the ground was still dark. The bugs started making noise. They want everyone to worship the moon, saying that the moon is the lighthouse. The moon defeated the sun, which shows that the moon is extremely correct. Some people think they are right. A few clouds covered the moon, and the clouds absorbing the moonlight appeared to be extraordinarily swollen, but the moonlight was hazier and the ground was darker. More and more people are walking to the beach. The bug is still repeating the same old routine. "Coming." Suddenly someone spoke. The sky bleeds, and something emerges from the wound. "The east is red, the sun rises..." It's just that today is different from yesterday, everyone is the sun. "Six hundred million Chinese states will be wiped out by Yao and Shun…" "Only by destroying the decay can we be relieved…"

We advocate freedom and democracy, peace and equality, wealth, strength and hard work, self-reliance and courage, exploration and truth-seeking, kindness and purity... And many other positive brilliance of noble humanity possessed by human beings. All of these are just for us, the best light and ideal - to march towards a perfectly evolved country, where mankind is united and the world is one. The road is rugged and the road to sainthood is long. We must be perseverant and march forward. We must be strong and tenacious and sweep away all darkness and decay, just for the sake of all our comrades and descendants. One day, they can truly have food and clothing, provide for the elderly, educate the children, and do something young. Everyone has what they really like to do. For the beautiful and brilliant civilization of mankind, the stars and the sea, move forward, move forward, and move forward again...

When the country is about to rise, I am willing to build it with blood; when the country is in danger, I will shed blood everywhere!

"Hi! Comrade. Do you know where Leningrad and Stalingrad are? I can't find it on the map." "No more! No more! We failed, the white bandits and vampires are riding on our heads again. If you want to follow the red star, go to the East! Cross the Dnieper River, over the Ural Mountains, the end of the Siberian Plain, where the sparks are still burning!"