They reveal on Gubeikou （三）

To the Qi, it is with deep respect for. Today proximity to Gubeikou, not the so-called in-depth, as long as the gaze it can feel to the famous Poet's state of mind. Jia Shen Geng's the sound of the night Ma Ming, Yandun the phone-in, beyond the Great Wall of fire, he and Xu side affects officers and men of heart, unremittingly civil liberties. An especially strong, particularly in the heart of urgency to serve the country exteriors, and into this man's wilderness. Modern people here, recalling the tragic, spiritual sublimation how could it not a straight line.
Just as his "right as" stated: "North-South Quchi reported that the main situation, Jiang lace smile on his life. Hundred and sixty days a year, mostly cross-Goma uplink." Qi of his military life, are the defensive side of the Xu Xinjiang campaign against foreign aggression spent. From Shandong, Zhejiang, Guangdong's long coastline, from Liaoning, Hebei to the vast mountains Yan thistle, horse sweat everywhere his whereabouts on the story of Qi including women and children here, people are half-empty half-field legend of his lips .
In any case, everything will become a solo, with countless characters and stories solidified molten rock into a solemn, but kept the spirit of the legend will be passed. This inheritance of the voice, I hear the Chinese people could hear. In China, there in the morning when the rays quietly to the next window at the time of contracting, it is clear that more and more strong. It consists of honest and simple, and gradually become a lovestruck intense. The sound becomes a loud oath. It shook the course of time, categorically, powerful Pathetique: "flesh and blood of our our new Great Wall"
My brother told me that if it is a good sunny day today, is not overlooking this view. Indeed. In the sun, the Great Wall on a hill was a vague mottled light. It does not speak without a word, extension, and finally melt into the steep mountains of very funny stare. Embrasure on overlooking Yuanqiang, perforation, giving the feeling it is an unspeakable, in between those lines painted puzzle, smooth with a shred of an sad.