Today is once a year the national day, I got up early in the morning, looking at the sun in the sky, in the heart has a kind of speechless happiness!
Early in the morning, opened the window and looked at the front of the high streets and back lanes of pedestrians coming and going, very lively! They are busy buying gifts for He Guoqing, or a holiday play. I was just wondering.
Pedestrians face with a ghost of a smile, I came to the road, ah! So many people! Like Yanzi said a man of the state of Qi, threw a sweat, under a heavy rain.
Recall the past, today, it is the new China ‘s founding ceremony, the motherland of poverty, suffer. So go back to the past.
I remember a poem:
Motherland Oh, this poetic name.
The diffuse your every season.
It is a feather white dove in the sky wake up the morning of October.
For every dream of sweet.
All songs are covered with golden note.
The original October, always with tears falling echo!
People are often on the road, I went back … … Looking back at the present.