Rolling hills——
Every tree is engraved with a tragic story.
The years have trimmed it into a book.
History is full of blood and gunsmoke.
You just have to follow the curved veins of the leaf.
You will be able to walk into the bleak winter of 1936.
I saw a team marching westward.
The wind and snow are blowing, the military clothes are ragged, and the red flag is high.
For today our granaries are full of wheat.
Lots of divine ideals and pure aspirations.
All buried under a thick blanket of snow.
When the wind and snow are miserable.
We will be immersed in a deep festival day.
Remembering those heroic sacrifices.
And thawing spring water, in the mountain stream
and gurgling green ...... of joy
The sun is shining.
Only after the harvest falls.
We'll see it clearly
Qilian Mountain, the majestic backbone.
and broad firm silence.
It has become the solemn back cover of the history book.
About author] Sun Wencheng, writer, poet, member of the Chinese Poetry Society, member of the Chinese Prose Literature Association, member of the Liaoning Writers Association, vice president and secretary general of the Liaoning Biographical Literature Society, director of the Shenyang Civil Literature and Art Association, vice chairman of the Shenyang Heping District Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and honorary chairman of the Shenyang Heping District Writers Association, has published more than 200,000 words of literary works.