The prologue of loyalty to the country

(All read aloud): The swords and swords are dark, and the drums and horns are far away. The glory of the prosperous times is rising in Ran Ran in the blue sky of the East. In this crowded stage, we once again sang loyalty to serve the country. Singing sonorous, in order to let the boiling youthful blood stir up the lofty sentiments of "serving the motherland and rejuvenating China". May the dragon roll northwards, and Ma Si be as firm as frost. Who can resist hatred and lust? How many brothers and sisters have been loyal to the sword in the past 20 years? Why do you cherish the death of your hometown? I regret that there is no language, blood, tears, hooves, people in the south, people in the north, grass, yellow and green dust? I am willing to hold my ground and open up territory again. China wants to let