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初夏午后的京郊,微风习习,麦浪滚滚,修复一新的宛平古城光影迷离,紫气腾生。然而,有谁知道,这个祥和而安宁的地方,这个有着“崇墉百雉,严若雄关”之誉的古城,曾在几十年前的一阵枪响中,一夜之间变成了一堆废墟。弹指一挥间,曾经的硝烟战火、刀光剑影早已烟消云散,但多年前那刺耳的枪声却永远地铭刻在了古城的记忆之中,永远地铭刻在与古城宛平相连的卢沟桥上,永远地铭刻在了每一个有血性的中国人的心里。
In the early summer afternoon, the suburbs of Beijing, breezy, Mai Lang billowing, repair a new light and shadow of the ancient city of Wanping, Purple Teng students. However, who knows, this peaceful and tranquil place, this ancient city with the reputation of “worshiping a hundred pheasants and strict compliance” has become a heap overnight after a burst of guns of dozens of years ago ruins. Flickering, once the smoke war, Sword has vanished, but years ago that piercing gunshots are forever inscribed in the memory of the ancient city, forever engraved with the ancient city Wanping Lugou bridge, forever engraved In the heart of every bloody Chinese.