The sound of drums, drums, gongs and gongs of thousands of troops pierced the sky, one after another, firm and full, making the scenes on the battlefield reappear. Remind people that flags are flying and knives and guns are flying up and down! Reminiscent of Ma Benteng, yellow sand all over the sky!
Reminds people of the heroic aspirations on the battlefield and rushes to the bullfight!
How bold, majestic gongs and drums!
Young students are all wearing red and yellow shirts, struggling in the strong wind. Yellow headscarves fluttered over their heads, like battle flags, in front of the army. Yellow shirts are bulging, red drums are beating and waving, and a magnificent military song is walking!
Knock on the door. Knock on the door. Knock, knock.
The drums beat rhythmically, and the hearts of the audience beat with the drums. Suddenly, hundreds of drums stopped people together, and the drums that threatened the quartet came to an abrupt end. The majestic sound of gongs and drums is over, but the audience is still immersed in the agitation of the soul.