Text/Voice of the East
Raise your fists and stand in a brand new queue in the peaceful sun. The red flag, fluttering gently in front of you, tells the glorious history of ups and downs. Stretching out the palm of his hand, a pioneering sharp sickle, clenched fists, a sharp axe that opens the way, in the blood rain and waking wind, countless broad hands and giant palms are connected into the admiration of steel.
Gao Zhi's fist, through the wheat harvest season, through the roaring machines, through the battlefield where the smoke of gunpowder is gone, through the difficult times soaked in blood and tears, and into the new era of songs and flowers.
Raise your fist, let the blood in your chest boil, melt into the bright red flag, Stick to your faith, with unrepentant sincerity, play a symphony composed by sickle and hammer in the corner of the party flag, and write an eternal oath: Fight for the cause of communism for life!
2024-07-01
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