When the tide rises and falls on the banks of that era, autumn connects the last autumn. What about you?

When the autumn rain swept away the last fallen leaf, and autumn flooded the second autumn, what about you?

Skip the honeysuckle in green spring and sad autumn, cross the savage torrent of history, and you appear in front of me. Your eyes have not changed with the portrayal of time. I can't touch your face a century ago. I can only read your profound words quietly and peek into your world.

Those discrete years

Those gloomy twilight years

You awakened a lost conscience.

You changed the course of history.

You and I are strangers after all, but I know your soul like weeds and your helplessness in the dark. At that time, China, drag out an ignoble existence in the smoke. Numb China people only have numb souls and rotten roots that can't be pulled out. You are eager to save those blind hearts with drugs, and travel across the ocean, only to find that using drugs alone is equal to zero. So you put down your beloved scalpel, picked up a pen instead of a bayonet, and walked to another operating table, using those profound words to stimulate those insensitive souls and make them give up their bad roots.

In your hopeful smile, the people of China have awakened. Finally, a new era has arrived!

The sky disappeared.

Cloud silence

Those hopeful wings

About to take off

For the faith in your heart, you are worried about the black hair on your temples. You have been tossing and turning all your life on the road of dreams, but you are determined to face all the black hair with a strong heart.

There is a fire running underground, roaring and roaring, and it is about to spit out the evil that melts everything on the ground. And you are a weed, a weed that grows taller in the spring breeze. In the fire, a brand-new self will rise. You said that faith is your life, even if it is reduced to ashes! Because you are a soldier who will always stand in the dark wilderness!

You gave me a pair of sharp eyes.

Illuminated the long wait ahead.

You gave me a pair of wings.

Take me soaring

The fault of time has been folded by the earth's crust and become eternal. The road you walked many years ago is now covered with faint weeds; The cigarette butts you smoked many years ago are now full of flowers in the new season, and those stories about time are hidden in the softest corner of your heart. Yes, everything has changed.

I am a new teenager after a hundred years. The light you have been looking for has shone on us, and the road under our feet is paved with your blood. "In fact, there is no road on the ground. If there are more people walking, it will become a road. " You are shouting, under the iron hoof of imperialism, with rough hands, looking for this road of hope for us in the devastation.

Your life is carved by history, spreading like weeds to the distance, and living in bright hope and immortal sunshine forever.

I am here to convey

welcome

Teenagers in the new era

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