Kite-filled days

3 February 1994

Text: Who unsinks the boat

Inscription: The Chinese are the most grateful, two benefactors, one is Enlai, the other is begging, none of us can forget, even after a hundred years and a thousand years. Bipp plaster was invented by him, and he said that "it vibrates like a knee joint", "it is completely automatic like a heartbeat", and "it is like breathing in the lungs without thinking". March 3rd is his birthday, and sometimes I forget my own birthday, but this day has never been forgotten since I found out.

- Commemorating the 104th anniversary of the birth of a great healer

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White memories swirl up the height of the snow

The snow kite in March flies with the wind and the kite misses the affection

Come on, let's have a bond to fly the common sky

Fly, fly, fly from the palm of your hand to release all kinds of carrier pigeons

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The outstretched wings fluttered with Zhu De's embrace

Raise Bethune's white heart and white thoughts

The high places are not cold, and the vast expanse is covered with continents and oceans

That is the town of Gravenhurst, Ontario, Canada

A bridge pier with a fist grows and releases a kite rope

The pier at this end is a monument to the fist arch in Shijiazhuang

The distance of the proprietorship spans as long as the teenager grows and how far it goes

The white March 3rd, the one who flies the kite flies here

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The ditch of the Lugou Bridge, the bridge of the Lugou Bridge, the Lugou Bridge

Bethune's begging, Bethune's begging, begging's grace

The kite of the wind, the kite of the wind, the kite of the sky

The day when the kite is full is the day you are born

The figure of the kite, that's your shadow

And rush and busy, hard work and movement, never stop

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You use your limp body as a machine gun

The bullet was bright red and blood splattered all over the March sky

The land that dyes China red, the history of medicine in China

The sun on March 3 is a swelling wound and a faded kiss

Fading into indelible memories does not reduce the tendons of nostalgia

The sun is the tallest and longest-standing kite

You tug on a rope of light

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A cold kite is a sneeze that ascends to heaven

The moon with a Bipp plaster on the moon

Tears in the thick fog of the night with the wind

Silently miss your birthday, March 3rd

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Stick to the kite that "flutters like a knee joint".

A kite rope that is "completely automatic like a heartbeat".

"The lungs breathe the same without thinking" of the zither wings

Hanging heavy hopes, they are held up by the eyes of all people

If you sit on the snowflakes flying alive

Higher, farther, longer, longer, like that dazzling big letter

-- Norman Bethune

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The day full of kites is your day and our day

Because with you, you will not be infected again and sepsis

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Your mausoleum is a simple kite lying high

A hundred years of youth grow in the blue sky of our hearts

That's you.

Fly to the Flower of the Sun Bee

Put it from the chest and lungs

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Gather clusters of kites that become satellites and stars

It's a big ball of thread, like a silkworm constantly pulling silk

Twitching and snuggling, he broke off that trace of traction

How many pairs of eyes are looking up stupidly

Stationed as a pine stop for the cypress immortal kite

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Style: Fashion, style

The day full of kites is your day, our day

That page has been in our brain for a long time

The day as white as snow is March 3rd

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