雾霾散去,再现蓝天。当沦陷八年的民国首都终于光复、一场旷日持久的战争终于以中华民族的胜利告慰先烈的时候,站在当年伤痕累累的雨花台上,我在那一段血染的记忆中感受到的依旧是一阵刻骨铭心的痛。尽管那一场生死决战的硝烟已经散去,尽管奔跑的疾风已经喑哑于山巅,我们的伤口却依旧在滴血。面对死而不僵的侵略者的阴魂,我们依旧不能麻痹自己的神经。遥望浪涛汹涌的海,但见那冰冷夜色中的热血与火,依旧激荡在天地之间…… Smog dispersed to reproduce the blue sky. When the capital of the Republic of China, which had been occupied for eight years, finally recovered and a long-running war finally comforted the martyrs with the victory of the Chinese nation, it stood still on the scarred Yuhuatai during that year. What I felt during that bloody memory was still a while Unforgettable pain. Although the smoke of that life-death battle has been dissipated, our wounds are still dripping blood, despite the morass of running winds at the top of the mountain. In the face of the invincible death of the dead, we still can not paralyze our own nerves. Looking at the stormy sea, but see the blood and fire in the cold night, still stirring between heaven and earth ... ...