After several days of fighting, the commemoration was finally completed. When the alarm sounded throughout the city, the whole city was still, and everyone and all vehicles stopped in a hurry, silently mourning the 300,000 innocent victims who died.

Eighty years ago, a tragic massacre took place in Nanjing, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties and Wenfeng. The cold flow of time drowned the last faces of the victims, leaving only the traces of blood that could never be forgotten.

Today is coming to an end, and the next National Memorial Day will be 365 days and nights away. That history cannot be remembered, but it cannot be forgotten. How much of the past can a nation remember in order to go to the future. We do not want to emphasize hatred, but we must not allow the tragedy to happen again.

We are the chroniclers of the old era, but also the pioneers of the new era. I hope that all book friends will make great progress in their own work and jointly create the Chinese dream of national rejuvenation.

Finally, I would like to borrow a poem by Mr. Huang Tao to comfort the souls of the dead, and pray that God will bless China and the country will be forever prosperous!

Towering China, the great China. The descendants of Yan and Huang are extended.

For more than 5,000 years, it has stood in the East. The state of etiquette, the inheritance of poetry and books.

In the autumn of the last year of Xin, the national disaster was imminent, the white mountain fell into tears, and the black water broke the intestines.

The year is ugly, bad news is frequent, Lugou gunshots are heard, and the sky is terrifying.

The rebellion was raging, vain and prestigious, and he was trapped in Beijing and Shanghai, and raised troops to the west.

On the shore of the great river, there is my Nanjing, the elegance of the Six Dynasties, and the abundance of Wenfu.

The purple gold shogunate, the mountain is majestic, the Xuanwu Qinhuai, and the wind is charming.

The moon is from Renzi, and the artillery fire adds to the city. The walls collapsed, the city fell, and the iron hooves trampled it.

Sigh that my ancient capital has become hell, glamorous and fierce,

Killed by swords and shots, regardless of the army and civilians, raped and plundered, and lost their conscience.

The sound of Lang Lang's book was stunned, mourning the mother's number, and there were blood stains in tears.

Husbands and wives leave suddenly, neighbors die together, women and children are indistinguishable, and there is no distinction between old and young.

The head of the body hangs, the abdomen is discharged, the fire is burned, and the earth is dug to the pit.

Madness, competition and killing, eternal and unheard of.

The house of the fourth generation was wiped out, and the town of a thousand households was in ruins one day.

Mourning my father and brother, charity and frugality, suddenly suffered a catastrophe, and the bones were exposed.

Sad for my sisters, gentle and virtuous, they were humiliated and destroyed when they met beasts.

Qinhuai Xuanwu, blood and water flow together, Zijin Mufu, corpses are all over the field.

On the forty-second day, ten thousand souls, the sun and the moon were bleak, and the snow was blowing in June.

The crimes committed by the enemy are difficult to write, and the compatriots are innocent, and the country is in trouble.

The ground is covered with the same block, and the sky is falling with the same engine. The whole country is united and united.

Brothers work together, their profits are cut off, united front, and jointly resist foreign insults.

There is a lot of help for the righteous, but there is little help for the unjust, and the blood has been soaked for eight years, and the wolf smoke has been swept away.

It is both fast and difficult. The phoenix is nirvana, reborn from the ashes.

Reform and opening up, national rejuvenation, strengthening the country and enriching the people, a new look.

The four seas are looking forward, the five lakes are amazed, the great harmony is in the dream, and the well-off is imminent.

In the prosperous era, the national shame is long-lasting, although the world is safe, forgetting the war will be dangerous.

Showing the past and reminding future generations, only rich and strong can settle down.

Peace will benefit both sides, and division will hurt both, the two sides of the strait will be reunified, and the Chinese dream will be realized.

It is our duty to work together to build brilliance.

Fragrant flowers and clear fruits, comfort the heroic soul, the mountains and rivers are safe, and the country is unharmed,

God bless China, Guozuo Yongchang!

God bless China, Guozuo Yongchang!!

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