You are not a hero until you reach the Great Wall —— The Great Wall ruled by law in Mao Zedong begins with a brick and a stone, and integrity and civilization are condensed in bits and pieces. Three seas swallow the moon, the Great Wall locks the mountain-Du Fu dazzles and worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall-Kong Fai climbed Badaling in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and Shen Yongji (Qing Dynasty) rode out of Juyongguan and returned to Bifeng. Sit and peek at the capital and walk around the wall. The setting sun is heavy, and the cold sound is broken. Looking back at the mausoleum, the cloud will always be Jackie Chan. Ling Du saw the Great Wall of Ding Peng Mausoleum, where the wind returned to the trees. The Great Wall looked like fog. Wild geese break the sky, the mountain wind is high, and the summer night is cold. The sea doesn't sink Qin Nvshi, but floating clouds move the crown of Chu. Yizhou made a song to cry first. At that time, it was difficult to kiss. Climb the Great Wall of Wan Li, Kang Youwei (Qing Dynasty), build a camp in Qin and Han Dynasties, ride horses in high autumn, and caress the old city. Whip stone thousand peaks on the clouds, even the sky Wan Li pressure deep and remote. The east is poor, the blue sea and green hills stand, the west is with the Yellow River, and the sunset is bright. Don't talk nonsense about achievements, heroes do wonders. In the Han Dynasty, Lulong was the first peak of the Great Wall. At dusk, the river is in the desert, and the sky is clear and the air is clear. In the Qing dynasty, the fortress was quiet and the mountains and rivers were arrogant. Millions of empty strings recall the past, while Leng Yue beats mediocrity with a whip. The snow in February of Qin 1936, the scenery in the north was frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow drifted in Wan Li. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum. The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height. It must be sunny, wrapped in red makeup, especially enchanting. There are so many beauties in Jiangshan that countless heroes bend their backs. Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish. A generation of arrogance, success, only know how to shoot an eagle with a bow. These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people. Although Xi Murong's "The Ballad of the Great Wall" has a history of war, how many customs have it passed and how many joys and sorrows have it returned? You will always be a heartless building, squatting on the barren hills and coldly looking at human grievances. Why can't you write with your voice when you sing? As soon as you mention it, there is a fire to burn with you. The body of Wan Li has your thousand-year-old face, your clouds and your trees. The moonlight under the windy Chilechuan Yinshan Mountain should be like water, and the Yellow River will still pass by you tonight and flow into my sleepless dream. Climbing the Badaling Great Wall, Wan Lifeng is not a hero, so why not say the slope is steep? The mountains and rivers are full of spots. The Millennium legacy is amazing. The big tunnel car passed through the north-south tunnel, dancing like a phoenix and a dragon, and built a high-speed and smooth road. Autumn is crisp, and the wonders of the four fields. The Great Wall does not fall, the Yellow River flows thousands of miles, and the Great Wall is easy to reach. No matter inside or outside the Great Wall, it is difficult for heroes to build the Great Wall for their hometown. Jiang Meng wasn't the only one crying.