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Qingming | I knew that this day you would come back—to your uncle who was martyred

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Qingming | I knew that this day you would come back—to your uncle who was martyred

I knew qingming you would come back

Take a look at this long-lost world

Gently, ride on a cloud on the edge of the sky

Return to the warm heart of your hometown

Can't forget the turbulent times

You were a seventeen-year-old boy

Say goodbye to your loved ones on a dark and windy night

A rush of blood

You are buried in the majestic Taidai

Tai'an battle has your blood-stained style

You haven't tasted love yet

It's too late to see a new era

Since ancient times, it is difficult to have both

The five-star red flag flutters your great love

The sun is like blood, and the mountains are like the sea

Great achievements and great deeds have grown up in the country

You have promised our future

We will also guard your present

We are on the path you have walked

Race to the relay race of the new Long March

The monument is engraved with your name

Conifer stretches your heroism

Chrysanthemums are burned with incense and worshipped religiously

The sub-rule calls you back

Qingming | I knew that this day you would come back—to your uncle who was martyred
Qingming | I knew that this day you would come back—to your uncle who was martyred
Qingming | I knew that this day you would come back—to your uncle who was martyred

About the Author:

Sun Xiaonan, formerly known as Sun Yiyu, Xiaonan, Shijun, Dongshan Yunhe, creator of poetry, calligraphy and painting. He is a member of the Chinese Essay Literature Association, a member of the Linyi Writers Association, the chairman of the Pingyi County Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Calligraphers and Painters Association, and a member of the Linyi City and Pingyi County Book Association. He has published more than 1,000 poems, essays, novels and journalism works in magazines and newspapers at all levels across the country, and has won many awards. Literary view: singing nostalgia, like a cuckoo crying blood; singing the motherland, pouring out the heart of the naked child. Find beauty from nature and find truth from life.

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