每年,每年,3月8日都是一团秀发甩出的风景。这3月的天空啊,深邃高远,宛如女人亮丽的双眸, 这3月的大地啊,博大精深,不可抑制地孕育着崭新的生命……历史,就曾经这样选择了这一天,让那些举起的柔弱的手臂,成为妇女追求解放的永恒的象征。有血,有泪,有痛苦的呐喊撕裂了喉咙,有不屈的歌唱振撼了云层。 Every year, every year, March 8 is a group of hair thrown scenery. This March sky, deep and lofty, like a woman’s beautiful eyes, this March of the earth ah, broad and profound, can not suppress the birth of a brand new life ... ... history, had chosen the day so that those who lift The weak arm has become an eternal symbol of women’s pursuit of liberation. Blood, tears, painful cry shredded his throat, unyielding singing rocked the clouds.