Wheels of History

- Commemoration of "one two. Nine" sixty-fourth anniversary

The wheels of history are rolling to the tumbling river,

An ancient voice was silent in the smoke of gunpowder,

The times began to loom:

A seeker's voice appeared on the back of history,

The wind and snow of the Yellow River drowned out all expectations.

In 1936,

An extraordinary era;

December 9,

An unforgettable day,

Groups of rising figures disappeared in this cold season.

from now on

And the Creator began to tremble in his heart,

threw the footprints of iron hooves into the waves of the Yellow River;

from now on

The sparkling waves loom the brilliance of the rising sun,

The afterglow of the fallen leaves completely wiped out the rise and fall of the yellow dust.

Just one "China" reawakened the sleeping history,

The rolling of the wheels began.

All is gone,

It's all gone.

The ethereal snowflakes stained the sunset red on the sunny day,

The gurgling water flows into the dry desert.

Night fell into this lonely city,

The wind chirping in the distance was heard.

The falling leaves bring the call of autumn,

A glimmer of moonlight broke the silence of the night.

Then

A meteor flashed through the sky,

A long trail was left behind.

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