Make the rabbit at the beginning, exposing the deeds of the national soldiers

That is, amidst the continuous applause, Qin Yu calmly spoke the last paragraph of the program.

"This episode is coming to an end."

"And in these last few minutes, I have a poem that I want to send to those students who have gone to foreign countries."

Walking slowly on the ancient city wall,

caressing the moss-covered tiles,

Looking far away,

But a trace of sourness welled up in my heart,

The mountains and rivers everywhere are asking me:

remember?Your ancestor was named Yanhuang.

Someone once said,

There is a fish in Beiming, and its name is Kun.

turned into a bird,

Those who soar upwards are ninety thousand miles!

When meeting a sage, he said:

A saint has no self, a god has no merit, and a saint has no name.

There was a man in armor named Yue Fei,

While being wronged,

Compose a strong poem with loyalty and courage.

passed down for thousands of years,

The words are still majestic and majestic,

But he doesn't know,

really handed down,

not poetry,

It's his loyalty and courage, his iron bones.

The wheel of time spins,

Finally, in the Flower Planting House, let the past reverberate one by one.

That frail wanderer,

Scroll through the pages of history.

He would not give up his homeland,

Unwilling to give up the black-haired royal skin left to him by his ancestors,

Even less willing to bury the spirit of the nation.

then,

Five years on the way home,

Two bombs in ten years,

One star Xiangyu chases the empty moon,

The two bombs flew to reflect Xiaoyang.

Some people believe that

Thousands of years later,

It will still shine brightly on the land of China.

Today, thousands of years later,

I sit in the hall of golden arches,

I wear the hook brand fashion,

I sang my heart will go on,

But inexplicably sad,

For I hear the earth beneath my feet say to me:

forgot?Your ancestor was named Yanhuang.

I remembered,

A pack of brown-haired, blue-eyed jackals,

With strong ships and guns,

demolished our temples,

Destroy our temple.

So today, a hundred years later——

We have musical prodigies,

But I don't know how to recruit palace merchants;

We can build tall buildings,

But there is no room for a memorial archway of public morality,

We wear suits and leather shoes,

But he lost his clothes.

Where is that state of etiquette?

Where is my Yanhuang Erlang?