-Cape Loma (Cape Loma, Santiago)
Above the headland, the wind swept through the clouds, smearing history overlooking Gankun. The first conqueror, a disappointed adventurer who went to the west, followed his pioneers, from Indians to Spaniards to "Americans", from red to white to black and then to yellow, just like colorful insects and fleas, they gathered and multiplied in colorful colors, and there were countless life-and-death contests beyond words, and there were dead souls who survived the storm.
Looking from afar, the naval base at the foot of Rosecrans National Cement Fort and the NAS North Island, as well as the urban area? Cape Loma, Santiago, covered the afterglow of the sun from west to east, and a huge picture was presented:
Go underground to live forever and sleep in the sea!
Graveyards, barracks and city walls,
War, peace and death!
Why is the arrogance of heroes in Point Loma not alive but dead, full of eternal interests and competitive desires! From hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons to gunfire, tears can't cover up the cold light of the sword. Truth is never born in blood, then falls to dust and never changes.
The immortal bones left by previous lives, carved into lettering, are inserted in the green grass, with the land as the boundary and themselves as the prison. As I have seen before, Xinjiang and the sea are competing for each other, but they still refuse to leave and are sent to meet each other. Clouds are gathering, smoke is curling, and boundaries are expanding. You come and go, in exchange for a group of dead people standing in array, accompanied by vegetation, and the living come back safely day and night, standing guard.
This is not a battlefield, this is a cemetery!
This is not a base, this is a cemetery!
I have no intention of pursuing the martyrs who drink bullets or the soldiers who die of illness in front or behind. The sky is high, the wind is wild and the waves are urgent, and it will eventually return to silence and eternity. People standing here now will also fall. After falling, they will stand tall, stare at the headland and fly in the sea sky. The hot air will be cold and the noise will continue.
The roads we have traveled come from both sides of the Pacific Ocean. Of course,/kloc-what came more than 0/00 years ago is different from what comes now. At that time, only Loma Point Lighthouse was available, and ships were welcome to search for gold. Now, the conquest and occupation have died down, but the forest and grass stand tall and tourists linger. Those deeds and historical records only occasionally shine immortal light in the image. Who ever knew, who ever yearned for, the car passed sideways, leaving only feelings and fantasies.
People who ask for wine from heaven have never drunk whisky and coffee, and saints have never tasted hamburgers and turkeys. The chivalrous way of cartilage is not as strong as the wind of the headland. Bullets and cannons clear the way, cars and planes crush them, and they are self-righteous and witness the enlightenment of civilization.
Of course, there are also God's scriptures, which travel across the ocean and justify themselves, bringing influence and education to Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. It has been sung for more than two generations, and prayer is used instead of bowing, and poetry is used to pour incense. On both sides of the ocean, there is boundless enlightenment, and God dances with the sons of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.
The competition started a long time ago, and the result is far from over.
Lomazzi's floating in the dark.
I have fought for the same goal, bloodthirsty for justice, shouting for survival and immortality.
As the years change, the tides rise and fall, the divine light flashes into the hubbub, the tactics and rights are hidden in the oblique wind, drizzle and smile, the universe system, civilization and values emerge one after another, strategies, tricks and backstabbing overlap, and the waves before push the waves after them, chattering endlessly. Only the cemetery on the side of the Cape Mountain expands, the light appears at first sight, and the world is integrated.
Whether it is poor singing or lack of self-confidence. No matter how many generations there are, it will never stop, and Feng Shui will always rotate.
On the Cape, you face east, your back faces west, and in the wilderness of China, I face south and my back faces north.
Now you are arrogant. When you were the most powerful, five oceans caught turtles, and I stayed still for nine days, and the potential was higher than the sky.
The land of Loma is already sad in autumn!
You will always stand in the right position, and I will never give up!