The iron shoulders of two men support the path of a race's mournful escape. I saw the sun shine on the woman's face as the snow melted. Eight years before they came to the forest, Zhou Mao had led such a team on a long march on the other side of the continent. If the revolutionary East is also soaked by the meltwater of freedom, it must also be a land full of hope. The chanting of poetry is indeed a feeling, but it is not necessarily a real romance. When Mr. Qu Qiubai passed away, the Chinese revolution was destined to lack the romantic connotation.
We've done the impossible - when gritty teenagers say it, men know the future isn't too far away.
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