We should thank mankind. This narrow-minded and short-lived and ugly nouveau riche species has yet to pull up the barbed wire on their "sacred airspace" and pee on the national flag. Those creatures on land without wings are not so lucky. "The Great Wall will never fall", fortunately I am a bird.
Among those waters, how can I describe it? They stayed, and gunfire sounded. They couldn't stay, they continued to fly, and the fall of several companions witnessed the sinister journey. The poets describe: keep going north, keep going north. To the north, there is a hometown, like a emptiness and distant hometown. The director described it for us: This is a story about promise. The sound of drums from time to time, let the quiet follow. Those lives that fulfill their promises, keep marching, and strive to fly.
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