Famous aphorisms about the September 18th Incident

Manjianghong Memorial Hall September 18.

The past is revived, and Kanto is broken. I hate it!

Looking back, wicker lake, sunset bathed in a pool of blood.

The skull hangs at the gate and the soul is immortal. The unforgettable part in front of the knife is particularly fierce!

What's more, he shouted, "Wan Jian is ruined for Japan!"!

Remember, the enemy has not snowed yet! Don't relax!

Seeing Jin Ge's dance floor, my heart is as iron as iron.

The world is flying short, and China lifts a torch to thank the cherry blossoms.

When drinking wine, use the eternal Xu Lang and the bright moon!

In memory of the seven laws of September 18th.

The jackal suddenly bit the dragon's body, and the flesh and blood danced around the sun and the moon.

Iron horses and thousands of troops wield swords, and long tassels bind them.

Rivers are full of heroic tears, and mountains are lofty and loyal.

However, he played a triumphant song and sweated profusely, vowing to expel the thieves from the country.

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September 18th Jinlvqu Memorial Hall.

Lei Zhen Jin 'ou is broken.

The night is heavy, smoke rises suddenly, and Tianhe falls.

Thousands of feet City, even the horns, crossing the jackals whistling.

Pile the base on the iron shoes and pillows.

I was filled with sadness, tears streaming down my face, exhausted and hit a new ghost.

Dark rivers and seas, blood and tears.

China people have stood up and grown up.

All China, the same enemy, Jian Han Ge Rui.

Tears spill 3000 miles, blood spill green hills without regret.

Who's afraid of laughing?

Eight years of sad songs finally bound the tiger, congratulated the world and changed the year of qingping.

Diligent sword, quit evil spirit.

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Qinyuanchun Lugou Bridge Nostalgia

Yongding comes to the west, experiencing dust, and you drink in anger.

Look at the Wanping site, bullet marks are like rain; Looking around, it's still there, scorched earth and slopes.

Before jujube hill, I seemed to hear the smoke of war burning iron.

Eight thousand miles, the magic hoof is broken, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful.

Heroes cry geometry. More blood. More blood.

Praise the sons and daughters of the Chinese people, hold the tassel, drive away tigers and leopards, and swear to defend the country.

Unexpectedly, at present, fishing on the island will frequently sharpen the ghost's palm.

When, relying on heaven and sword, I'll chop Yamaraja.

Manjianghong-Mourning the people who died heroically for the survival of the Chinese nation

The red sun is setting in the west, and it is inexhaustible, and it follows the old blood. In front of the pommel horse, I still want the whip. I played very hard yesterday. White peaks and black water bones are endless, and purple electricity clears the cream. I have exhausted my strength, but I was only injured when I broke the shaft with my sword.

Jinan shame, it doesn't snow yet, Nanjing massacre, when will it be destroyed? Shake your arm and summon a hero. The broken knife wants to break the biochemical device, and the residual body is willing to block the gas robbery. Hold your head high, China is thriving now, and your dream is round!

July 7th Lugou rolled a big wave, which broke the Hanshan River a little.

The people's war is like the sea, laughing at the enemy's nowhere to hide.

I hope it works for you. Thank you.