I Dong Cunrui Martyrs.
Cemetery quietly, away from the bustling noise, as if only as a passing of the past and there.
My flesh and soul of the spirit are an invisible tear was pain. I was silent, fighting back the excitement that comes from the soul and anxiety. Brother had also complained that the car GPS navigation device is too old and misled us, uh, wrong bumpy old roads in Britain for more than an hour. Now full of gratitude, is the invisible God promised to guide, let me unexpectedly to Dong Cunrui martyrs cemetery.
Beyond the Great Wall Kulie wind cut my bare parts, Dong Cunrui statue stands in front of us: Always position, one hand held high explosives. Looked behind him toward the martyrs, the rise amid the vast boundless desolation beyond the Great Wall, but it is quiet.
This is a permanent position is it? Silent, motionless, like a mountain. This statue, no, only one glance at the mountain, there may be life-long worship, incredible access to the sacred, the divine is at the limit of.
I'm gazing toward chaos martyr, he would balance the look of my world. I am deeply attracted to this position, the temptation to me. The temptation is great, I broke into the mountain. There is a touch of brilliance that I moved here bears a realm of life, humanity and humanity.
I do not know why so excited, in this desolate Yanshan Mountains, each have to remember I could not stop trembling slightly.
Dear readers, I am in being excited, I rely on the Yanshan Mountains, through which the sun beyond the Great Wall Liao touch lonely, I'll repeat the story of Dong Cunrui. I am eager to work with you to find a brilliant humanitarian. This is not brilliance can be found anywhere.
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