communism1976

Farewell dream vaguely curses the death of Sichuan, my hometown thirty-two years ago. The red flag rolls up the serf's halberd, and the black hand hangs the overlord's whip. For those who have great ambitions to sacrifice, they dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky. I like to see thousands of waves of rice, and heroes everywhere are setting off the sunset smoke. Newcomer questionnaire: https://forms.gle/mHEj9ZZExvEEUSTC7 The robot attached to this channel: @HuanXinTian_bot