Just like Napoleon famously said,' A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier'. He doesn't want to be a general, but at least he should have such an ambition. And judging from the lyrics below, only the last two sentences express the indomitable heroism after suffering, and there is nothing wrong with it. Those who take literature as their righteousness and stare at a certain point are inevitably one-sided.
Wolf smoke rises from the mountain and looks north.
The dragon rolled up and Ma Si hissed like frost.
Heart like the Yellow River.
Who can compete in 20 years?
The long knife of the hater.
How many faithful brothers and sisters buried their bones in his hometown?
Why do you want to report your death to the country?
I was speechless when I sighed, and my eyes were full of blood and tears.
Horseshoe facing south, people looking north.
People look at the grass in the north, green, yellow and dusty.
I am willing to defend my land and open up new territory.
Open China wants the Quartet.
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