Qinyuan Spring? 6? 4 revisits the Ming Tombs. Hundreds of couples travel, the fire of youth is raging, singing over the waves of willows, is spring in the hothouse and bushes? Thinking of the love of my life, shining like the red sun, red rocks and green cypresses, clanking hard bones, youthful ambition, as strong as the green pine trees. The sea and the sky are vast. Go forward indomitably, with deep love for the reservoir, unyielding against all odds, heavy hatred for the cemetery, leaning towards the cliff to climb the peak! Blood and sweat bring spring. Looking around the world, the wind and thunder are shaking, raising the red flag high, washing the mountains and rivers, straight into the clouds. Smile and point to Changhong.