At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

There is still one day before the broadcast, but Ning An's heart is hard to calm down.

He has mixed feelings and tastes, and it will be the motherland's birthday soon.

He has some, wants to meet Mr. Zhou in his heart.

The male god who is perfect in people's eyes and has no flaws.

If Mr. Zhou is still there, all the traffic stars and small fresh meat will be left alone. Only I, Mr. Zhou and you gentlemen can be worthy of the word "male god".

If they are still alive, Ning An is willing to go crazy to believe, to worship, to pursue.

Because, gentlemen, it deserves it.

They don’t cry when they’re in pain, they don’t scream when they’re in pain, they laugh when they’re sad, and they get infected when they’re happy. They are willing to dedicate everything, including their lives, to the country.

But those idols, can they take photos with fans?How many violent expulsions, stampedes, and how many people's hearts have been broken?
Not to mention that idols are all equal, gentlemen are fighting for us, traffic is fighting for money.

The two cannot be put together.

Even if it is Ning An, he is ashamed and unworthy. After all, he is still doing it for some money, and he does not have the righteousness of the gentlemen.

Ning An's heart was turbulent, and he was eager to meet the gentlemen of that era, even if it was good for one time, he would be satisfied with one side, feel at ease, and have no regrets.

In that turbulent era, there was an unswerving romance.

There is a marriage relationship between two surnames, and the contract is signed together, and the good relationship will last forever, and the matching is the same.Seeing that the peach blossoms are scorching on this day, it is suitable for IKEA.I would like to write a letter to Hongjian with the agreement of white heads, so that the alliance of red leaves will contain the beautiful testimony of mandarin genealogy.

There is also the heroic ambition of galloping a horse, standing up in troubled times, not failing the country but failing the family.

What's more, the indignation is unspeakable, and the disappointment of abandoning medicine and pursuing literature is utterly disappointing.

There are also those who have an inextinguishable fire for the hearts of the Chinese people and want to subvert and change the world.

What's more, the wind has also witnessed, the cloud has also been shy, and the moon has also been hazy and beautiful words.

I have been a staunch materialist all my life, only you, I hope for an afterlife
There is no mention of love in this beautiful love story, but the lines are full of deep love.

It turns out, gentlemen, is also romantic.

The most beautiful flowers bloomed in that age of war burning, blazing flames, humiliation and misery.

You are the love of my life, but my faith has already been given to the country.

If the seven-foot stump can live in victory, I will marry you.

That was the strongest promise in that era, you protect the country, I will protect you.

If you die unfortunately, wait for me on Huangquan Road, I am afraid of the dark, so you have to pull me.

It turns out that in that era, there were not only artillery fires, life and death, but also a smile looking back, which will not change until death.

Ning Jing stood there quietly, looking at the bright moon hidden in the clouds, it was obviously cold moonlight, but a warm sunset rose in his heart.

He saw wild flowers all over the mountain, the breeze in the mountains, the road at midnight and the porridge shop in the morning.

In an instant, his eyes were blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in a different place.

Ning An looked around blankly, he was incompatible with everything here, like a lonely ghost strayed into a strange city.Everything is so quiet, the willows above the head, the sparrows on the trees, are extremely beautiful.

Although it does not have the prosperity of later generations, it reveals a different kind of warmth.

Ning An looked at the long lamp that was burning alone in the middle of the night, and his heart suddenly felt sad, his nose softened at some point, and tears dripped down on it.

That's... sir.

Mr. who is still working while everyone else is resting.

It is precisely because of this persistence and firmness that my husband's body will slowly wear down.

Those fans said that their brother worked hard.

But compared to Mr., are they qualified to say the word hard work?
The moon seemed to be afraid of disturbing her husband's work, but quietly hid in the clouds, emitting a faint gleam.

It turned out that all the silence was caused by everything, even Huaxia's mother was afraid of disturbing her children.

Ning quietly stood under the tree, not daring to move rashly, for fear of disturbing this little bit of beauty.

Through the dim light, a figure in a coat is reflected in the glass surrounded by a wooden frame.

It is like the breeze in spring, which is refreshing; it is like the drizzle in summer, full of coolness; it is more like the fallen leaves in autumn, which is as beautiful as art; and the last is like the white snow in winter, which is noble and pure.

This is the real Mo Shangren Ruyu, a son who is unparalleled in the world.

Ning An wanted to go forward and tell her husband that in today's magnificent China, every stroke and stroke is the backbone, every thought and every thought in the vast land of China is the future, every word and ink in the vast Kyushu is the scorching sun!
Everyone in my Huaxia is like a dragon, and women are like phoenixes. They cry out above the nine heavens, and their power shakes across the four seas!

Ning An wants to talk to his husband about the beauty of mountains and rivers, praise the power of China, shout Zhaozhao mountains and rivers, majestic China, too beautiful to behold.

But he was afraid of disturbing the tenderness and tranquility at this moment.

In the end, the endless words in my heart turned into silent crying.

"Look at the flowers right away, and see the various states of the world."

"Looking for the moon in the sea, enjoying the sinking of history."

"The sun rises, the red flowers end at sunset, the sun rises at sunset and the waning moon."

"The desolation of the Gobi Desert reveals the difficulty of survival, and the miracle of nature reveals the insignificance of human beings."

"I have seen the magnificent sea and walked through the endless desert. I have to walk thousands of times back and forth on this beautiful mountain and river."

"I want to sing the history of China and travel all over the territory, just because this is bought by the blood and years of the gentlemen."

Ning An read silently and softly, these words seemed to be said to himself, but also seemed to be said to others.

Thank you sir, let our sun and moon shine, the mountains and rivers are magnificent, and the scenery is picturesque.

You can ride a horse and gallop, and the end of the world can be seen in a blink of an eye.

"Sir, forgive me that I can only say goodbye to you on this bustling and lost night. How much I think, it's a dream when I lie down, and nothing when I wake up. How nice it would be if you were still here..."

Time is always in a hurry, Ning An will leave after all.

When the air around him was rippling layer upon layer, and an unknown wind blew up, everything around him seemed to be disturbed, even the gentleman in the room was aware of it.

He stood up and looked out the window. That figure was so tall, so firm, so stalwart, so admirable.

There were tears in Ning An's eyes, he bit his lip and looked at Mr.

"Go first, I'll see you later."

When the darkness completely engulfed that ray of light, Ning An disappeared.

In the empty world, there seems to be a word, an inspiring word.

"We were born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze. In the name of youth, we write clear love; with the red flag in our hearts, we present China. The people have faith, the country has strength, and the nation has hope. All eyes are on China. Five stars Shem is all faith."

I don't know if Mr.... heard it.