When the young sails dance against the rising sun, the wind, there is a song. The morning sun turned the earth golden like a wheat wave, and a running shadow was pulled to the elders. That shadow is called youth.
author:Happy Ink Boy
When the young sails dance against the rising sun, the wind, there is a song. The morning sun turned the earth golden like a wheat wave, and a running shadow was pulled to the elders. That shadow is called youth. We are not deserters. Even if this battle is lost miserably, we are still glorious in our defeat.
Shenzhen News Network, December 15, 2021 (Reporter Wang Zhiming) The journey of a hundred years is like a rock. On the evening of December 15, in order to celebrate the founding of the Communist Party of China, 10...