号角向上吹奏,金属剥落的声音。集中喊出阳光和血气,喊出田野和麦浪涌动的旋律。引领群峰朝一个方向奔跑、集结,在风中,形成一波未平一波又起的力量。发自肺腑,穿越胸膛,它使一朵噙着热泪的野花怒放。它把我们从钢铁一样沉重的梦里唤醒,穿衣整装,在黑暗里摸到遥远的心脏,和枪。心底涌起的强大暖流,穿透一个人的喉咙和嘴唇,穿过他紧攥的手指,久久感动,一个又一个风 Trumpet playing up, the metal spalling sound. Shout out the sun and blood concentration, shouting the melody of the fields and Mai Lang surging. Leading Qunfeng run in one direction, assembly, in the wind, the formation of a wave of unrestrained wave of strength. From the heart, through the chest, it makes a wildflower full of tears in full bloom. It awakens us from a steel-heavy dream, wears clothing, farther into the dark, and a gun. My heart filled with a powerful warm, penetrating a person’s throat and lips, through his tight fingers, a long time moving, one after another wind