Then various professionals stepped in and carefully began excavating several areas.
Yuan Yi thought of the volunteer soldiers who had risked their lives to fight for China; their average age was not high.
Many of them were only in their early twenties, yet they were buried forever on this land.
Having not sung in a long time, Yuan Yi felt an urge to burst into song as he looked at the people in the distance.
"The smoke of war rolls on, singing the praises of heroes; the green mountains on all sides listen attentively."
"Listen closely, and you'll hear thunder and the sound of drums in the clear sky."
"The waves of the sea create a harmonious melody, and the people's soldiers drive away tigers and leopards."
"Sacrificing one's life to safeguard peace, why is the battle flag so beautiful?"
"The blood of heroes stained it red, so why does spring always return to the earth?"
"The life of a hero blossoms like a flower; a hero leaps out of the trench."
"A bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, ripped through the sky."
"If the earth sinks, I'll hold it up alone; if the sky collapses, I'll hold it up with one hand."
"Both feet blaze fiercely in the flames, their bodies shimmer with rainbows."
"Why is the battle flag so beautiful? It is because it is stained with the blood of heroes."
"Why does spring always reign on earth, and why do the lives of heroes bloom like flowers?"
"A single call to arms, a deafening roar, and the world trembled and collapsed."
"The heavens and earth collapsed, and he gripped the explosive charge tightly with both hands."
"Eyes blazing with fury, blood surging with rage, the enemy rots and turns to dust."
"The warriors shine like golden stars, why is the battle flag so beautiful?"
"The blood of heroes stained it red, so why does spring always return to the earth?"
"The life of a hero blossoms like a flower."
They are true heroes!
Yuan Yi sang loudly as he walked.
Staff at the office for the repatriation of the remains of Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers heard the singing from afar and looked over.
(P.S.: On Qingming Festival, we remember the fallen heroes of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army! They are true heroes!)
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