Land on the other side of the strait (watering)

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A few dozen miles out to sea from the mouth of the Minjiang River, there is a small island called Chuanshi Island. Child: Is that black in the distance Taiwan? Navy: No, that is Matsu Island. Child: Matsu Island? Can we go there to play? Navy: No. Matsu Island, like Taiwan Island, is occupied by the Kuomintang. Child: When can I go to Matsu Island and Taiwan Island to have a look? Navy: Yes, when you grow up, you will see this day. In the distance, the navy's landing ship is sailing away from the coast in the wind and waves. However, the target is not Taiwan, nor Matsu. ——This child is the 4-year-old me. From this day on, I have been looking forward to seeing this day. I love the land on the other side of the strait deeply. This shy beauty has the iron bones of the Central Mountain Range in her graceful figure. Is Zhuoshui River the jade belt around your waist? Is Sun Moon Lake your bright eyes? You are so beautiful and enchanting, so the eyes of East Asia and the Pacific Ocean are all focused on you, you are loved by everyone, and you even attracted the obscene eyes of European pirates, so your snow-white body was pressed under the Dutch robbers, your painful moans were considered comfortable, your slight resistance was considered to cater to your virginity, along with the falling blood, and your sad tears sank into the bottom of the rolling Pacific Ocean. I know you hope that the motherland will redeem you. Zheng Chenggong sailed a sailboat to free you, but countless pairs of evil eyes are still around you. The eagle-like and wolf-like eyes are terrifying. When the motherland let go of your little hand again, the wolf nation that marked itself with the sun but defiled the sun occupied you and insulted you. You bleed, tremble, and cry, but apart from the vast Pacific Ocean and the seriously ill motherland, who else can see your tears? I remember that year, 1945, the beauty was like jade, the sword was like a rainbow. Mushroom clouds rose over Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The nation that loved falling cherry blossom petals fell from the sky like cherry blossom petals in midsummer. You were redeemed from humiliation, but when red flags were planted all over 9.6 million square kilometers of land, only you could hide in the plain clothes of the blue sky and white sun, and could not proudly wear the red clothes with gold stars. Oh, the land across the strait, we see the same sun, we are under the same sky, we use the same language, and we worship the same ancestors. But why can't we have air, postal and trade links? If Lin Mo Niang saw the rain in the sky, Tears from the sky will fall again in Kaohsiung, and the surface of the Tamsui River will rise again. As long as the motherland calls, our Blue Sharks, Flying Leopards and Xiaolong will cross the center line of the strait. Clusters of rockets and armor-piercing shells will pour down on the other side of the strait. Our Type 90, a mobile steel fortress, will push away the obstacles on the road ahead, the obstacles on the road to peace, and the obstacles on the road to reunification. Our Dongfeng, Eagle Strike and Thunderbolt will strike at all enemies that can and cannot spit fire, and use their blood to wash away the dirt on you. Our flying Long March and Shenzhou will also be a secret helping hand. However, who wants to see this day? Who I would like to see that Taipei and Kaohsiung are in ruins. The prosperous Linsen Road and Zhongxiao Road are full of broken walls and ruins. The once magnificent Hsinchu Science City was also destroyed in the war. The heart of the motherland is kind. As long as you are willing to go home and get rid of the hypnosis of the Star-Spangled Banner, there are still thirty-three brothers and sisters waiting for you at home. There are still thirty-three brothers and sisters waiting for you at home. In nineteen ninety-seven, your good brother Hong Kong returned home. In nineteen ninety-nine, your little sister Macau returned. Only you are missing, the land across the strait. I love you. The motherland loves you. The people of the whole country will always love you - I love the land across the strait deeply!

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Beauty is like jade, sword is like rainbow