Composition "This Hot Land"

The wind of history keeps blowing, blowing the vicissitudes of life, blowing the changes of the world, blowing the things that have changed, and the only thing that remains unchanged is that land and those brilliant footprints. ...

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Walking in the bleak autumn wind, accompanied by fallen leaves, we came to your side. Ah, land, how many celebrities have been nurtured and grown by you, and how many heroes have passed away in your arms. ...

Perhaps it was God's will that the heavy rain poured down and landed on the land, stirring up countless splashes. Finally, it aroused the anger of the land. He huddled in the rain and rolled around in the gale. Either the rain melts in the soil or the soil yields in the rain. In this way, the ground became muddy. Little people, watching the killing of wind, rain and land in despair, hesitated whether to run around or do nothing. Finally, a man stood up. He raised his strong right arm, swore to heaven and earth, and shouted to the sun and the moon with a rich voice. He led people, stepped out of the mud of the land, stepped out of a flat land, walked towards the ambition of the swan, walked, and lay quietly on the land. ...

After the rain, everything returned to calm. In the distance, Zhang Chu's flag fell, and then it was him. He swallowed, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes. He looked sadly at the sky, mountains, trees and land, and finally his eyes rested on the footprints. He slowly closed his eyes without regrets, and he was integrated with this land. ...

The air is filled with the fragrance of the earth, which seems to be absent, clear or thick, hovering gently on that footprint like an ethereal ribbon, as if lamenting the hero's life and drifting away with the gentle wind. ...

Another group of people appeared on this land. They stood upright, looking at the distant land, and their eyes revealed the courage and determination of a soldier. The north wind blows like a sword, as if to kill their will. However, the fire of revolution is burning tenaciously and violently in their hearts, burning up the cold of the north wind, the cold of the ice and snow, and the muddleheaded world. The soldiers resolutely moved forward and strode forward toward the 25,000-mile long March. ...

Finally, a gust of wind swept the snow into the distance, and the land gradually emerged. A footprint was deeply engraved on the land, as if witnessing the victory of the soldiers. He is so tall and straight, so neat, without a trace of obstacles, just like a soldier's determination, so firm, towards the distance, disappeared on the horizon. ...

Now, we have set foot on this land. Fallen leaves are flying all over the sky, like butterflies, trying to keep the summer that has just left. Time is like this, it always takes everything away without mercy. The world is staged like a slide. The past becomes history and a gust of wind blows to the future. No matter what happens in the future, failure or success, all we have to do is set foot on this land, take every step and leave our innocent footprints on this historical witness. ...