说起这个人,我似乎并不了解他什么,因为我与他隔着遥远的时空,但我继承着他的血脉,在这一腔沸腾的热血中,我完成了世纪与天的转换,在如今祖国大同的繁华中又一次看到了他。小时候,每年清明的日子,我都要在上天的泪水中去看他。思维与过去混淆在一起,烈士陵园神秘而辉煌,它的辉煌在平常人的目光中是无法看到的,现在的他也许在感受着这个民族千百年的悲怆,感受着如今国家走向新世纪的辉煌。 Speaking of this man, I didn’t seem to understand him because I was separated from him by distant space and time, but I inherited his blood. In this heated blood, I completed the transformation of the century and the heavens. Today, the prosperity of the motherland and Datong saw him again. When I was a child, every day on a clear day, I would look at him in the tears of heaven. Thinking is confusing with the past. The cemetery of the martyrs is mysterious and splendid. Its glory cannot be seen in the sight of ordinary people. Now he may feel the grief of this nation for thousands of years, and feel that the country is moving toward the new century. The glory.