The dragon-like city walls rise proudly from the peaks, cutting through the vast ridges, weaving a magnificent arc amidst the sea of clouds and mist. Each gray brick is wrapped in weathered cracks, within which the memories of blood and fire settle. The sheer cliffs are pierced by the iron-gray walls. When the wind sweeps past the battlements, it emits a wailing howl, as if the shouts of the border guards have never dissipated, shaking the vast Yan Mountain with the deep echo of bronze chimes...
This epic built with mountain bones uses the millennia of time as ink, painting an eternally unbending backbone on the map of Huaxia.
Every time I stand on the Great Wall, the agitation in my heart is uncontrollable, because it is a deep-seated resonance in my genes.
