The style of the military flag (group chapter) ‖ Liu Zhihong

The style of the military flag

(Group Chapter)

Liu Zhihong

Military flag sentiments

Rising high from the head of Nanchang City, in the rain of guns and bullets, the blood brightened the dawn of August 1927; the golden iron horse, the mighty wind, and the "August 1st" military flag flashed with a compelling light, towering into a bridgehead in the history of the Chinese revolution.

Since then, Nanchang has become a great scenery in China, the absolute altitude of the military flag cast by darts and faith, in the loud sound, floating all over Jinggang Mountain, red through Yan'an City, rolling iron flowing in Mao Zedong's wise gaze, the five heroes of Wolf's Tooth Mountain sacrificing their lives for righteousness, Dong Cunrui and Huang Jiguang bathing in the bloody banner, Lei Feng and Zhang Hua condensing the purpose of serving the people in eternal values...

How many veterans will not go, their hearts are full of tears of excitement; how many new people who have stepped into the barracks, the tide of emotions surging through the years. In the solemn and brilliant stretch of the military flag, the expectant gaze of the heroes and martyrs penetrated the blood-stained morning and dusk, raised their right hands high, and used the standard military salute to forge the immortal melody of "forward, forward, forward".

The "August 1st" military flag, flying from Nanchang to today, in every mighty march at the end of the century, the sonorous rhythm gathered a powerful connotation and rumbled, in every fertile land where grains grew in the republic, in every stream that let go of love, in every poetic and strong soul, in every pair of eyes that longed for peace, it truly copied the sunshine in the faith of the officers and men of the three armed services, and copied the baptism of the Chinese revolution from victory to victory...

August 1st Founding Day

Boundary monument imagination

A flashing spear that provokes the dignity of the boundary monument to wake up.

"China", the horizontal and firm Tang dynasty Song dynasty from the profound artistic conception of the flames and smoke, embracing the sunrise and sunset of 9.6 million square kilometers, on the rocks splashed by the waves, in the ice and snow covered peaks, in the grassy fields, towering China's vast territory and prosperity.

The mother's dream embraces the vicissitudes of the years, along the winding border line to each boundary monument, life cares for the blood and sweat-soaked land of the ancestors, and carves the courage and spirit of the nation in the hearts of the children of Yanhuang.

Wei An's body was enough to block the twelve-level fierce wind, let all the indomitable backbones, full of calcium nutrition, spray the full of enthusiasm into a sharp sword of self-improvement and self-esteem, and the majesty and majesty of the Winding Great Wall!

Therefore, an ancient sunset kissed the flying military flag, boundary monument, and the messenger of peace, rushing with full pride, embracing the heavy trust entrusted by the motherland, from flash to glory, from eternal life to eternity!

Border checkpoints

Sunrise and sunset are ancient landscapes in this land, and rain and snow are the beautiful poetry of this outpost. A steel gun shows a heart of blood, and adheres to a responsibility at the border of the motherland.

Embracing this warm land, a pride rises, and the conviction of chastity is like a sentinel, showing a spirit and faith of longing. At this moment, behind the checkpoint, there is the boundless spring color and self-confidence of the motherland everywhere.

Sanctuary Bay Outpost, Imu River Outpost, River Tail Beach Outpost, Heyuan Outpost...

The loneliness of life is covered with wildflower folk songs, but the bloody and sweaty military medals hint at valuable truths. So I stood up to accept the review of the sun, and in the sound of the footsteps, the vigilant gaze stood up into a piece of eye-catching arrogance, one after another resolute mountain, in the dance of hunting the national flag, the smoke of history wrapped around the sunset of the long river, the magnificence of the desert smoke, rendering the immortal majesty of the border pass for thousands of years.

The border checkpoint yo, with a golden silence to hold the sky high; the grass green mighty body, forever showing a profound majesty. The tiger and leopard are insurmountable, the fire is insurmountable, and death is insurmountable! Only the voice of peace, the array enters the wonderful thinking of the warriors and becomes a good sentence in full bloom.

Border checkpoints, loyal door gods of the motherland, and the majesty of peace condensation! Towering over the border, towering into the immortal masonry of the city!

Being on a plateau

The sword is caught, and life is destined to belong to the flash of light held up at altitude.

On the chest, there was a fierce desert wind; behind it, the solidity of the checkpoint stood tall. A vigilant spear jumped on the snow peak to refract the color of the sun, so that the loyalty and fearlessness spurted out of the blood veins, and it was embedded in the rock shale of the wild yak galloping and tearing.

The figure of youth, superimposed in the desolate and majestic scenery, the stubble flowing blood and disposition, accompanied by a high heartbeat and difficult breathing, at the height of approaching the sky, the immortal oath was polished golden.

Holding on to the instructions of the mother, rooted in the hard wasteland, the fierce wind, polishing the parasitic cowardice and fear of the body, straightening the peaceful gaze and the fortitude of the will, so that faith, love and hope can be refined into steel at the border away from relatives!

Here there are no spectators who walk around and watch the flowers, embrace the majesty of the mountains, drink the steep mountain wind, let the boundary monument rise majestically, and march through the epic poems of the August 1st Army flag again and again, waiting for the motherland and the people to review!

Sea feelings

Ploughing open the waves of the blue sky and blue sea, the waves fluttered from the blood veins to the pride of the sea soul shirt. A bloody body waits on the soft border line, letting the sharp eyes penetrate the vicissitudes of wind and rain.

In the height of the seagull's flight, an indelible Chinese painting hangs in the clear blue waves. The poem about the sea is pulling up the anchor and sailing far away, opening up the sound of reading that has been closed by time, embracing the beauty of the morning sun and releasing spirituality.

The sea breeze fluttered the mighty military flag, and the colorful clouds reflected the fortitude of the sailors. A banner raises the greetings of the motherland, between the heart and the shore, between love and hate, tapping the backbone of the reef, and in the gradually rising gun chamber, holding one's head high becomes a kind of absolute sound.

As a result, even if the scenery is damp in the wind and rain, it will not break the wings of the sailors. A kind of steel will quietly rises on the deck of the aircraft carrier, so that the dance of the Great Wall, the totem of the Yellow River and the ding-dong of the motherland will plant the sacredness of China in every sea area, and plant the loyalty of the fleet that will never fade!

In the endless waves, the height of the five-star red flag is always the romantic edge of the sea. And that jumping light makes the moonlight of peace stand on the side, illuminating the sweet dreams of the motherland...

Love the blue sky

Life belongs to the blue sky, to the majesty of the fleet of planes that march by in a parade.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the winding land of the Great Wall, the civilization written on the Yangtze River, the artistic conception of Kunlun, on the vast territory, dipped in blood to forge a belief, let the wings of the soul stretch as a symbol of life, and fly the majesty of the August 1st Army flag.

Fighters, bombers, helicopters, early warning aircraft, trainers...

With the eagle's sharp eyes looking around the blue sea and blue sky, a proud long roar turned the momentum of the eagle striking the long sky into a proverb, let the power of the catapult tear apart the thickness of the clouds and rain, sow the charm of peace and friendship, and defend the reverie of a rich cooking smoke.

Flying in pride, the arc of the blue sky is linked together with a period of history, releasing the gentleness of the sea, the firmness of the mountains, the fragrance of the crops and the loyalty of the night moon into the grandeur of the long roar in the sky, so that the long ge of waiting for Dan is like lightning splitting through the long sky and becoming an insurmountable rainbow.

On the vast horizon, the soaring eagle of the Republic has sprinkled the green olive branch into the eyes of the world...

Fire and shade

A kind of fierceness, a kind of deep, like an out-of-print legend, burning with rough and firm lines, towering into a male totem on the forehead of the motherland.

The fire truck forges and roars, spraying the pride of the ages; the vigorous dance of the water belt makes each five-star flash Gugri fly the immortal character of the morality; the height of the hook ladder is as fierce as a dragon and as brave as a tiger, and it exhibits a stunt and shakes open a cavity of wild racing...

Fire is the order, the fire field is the battlefield, the majesty of the fire siren, through the death forbidden area, through the smoke, let the fearless momentum out of the height of the condensation olive green, with a heroic calcification of all cowardice. A green-shaded liver and gallbladder contains the grandeur of Huang Zhong Dalu, depicting the magic of the water gun with hot blood, carving the thickness of the board barrier with passion, forging the heat of the sun with life, and writing a magnificent historical book with the youth without complaint or regret.

How many heroic souls have eternally become a never-setting sun in the fire, and how many cries have raised the heads of nations at the end of the years.

On the firm pedestal of the Republic, the bronze statue gathers the selfless and fearless immortality, looking at peace, sleeping with the wind and rain, in the golden dance, flying the colors of heaven and the strength of the right step...

About the Author

Liu Zhihong, male, political engineer, member of China Land and Resources Writers Association, member of Gansu Provincial Writers Association. Worked for Gansu Natural Resources Daily. His works have been published in dozens of newspapers and magazines such as China Land and Resources Daily, Gansu Daily, Prose Poems, Qinghai Lake, and History of Bashu. He has published a collection of prose poems , " Pastoral Songs of Feelings " , " The Countryside in the Depths of Thought " , " Echoes of The Years " and other works.

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