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Xinhua News Agency, Hangzhou, September 4th, by reporter Zhu Han

Flying across the vast plains of Zhurihe on the Mongolian plateau, with vehicle tracks criss-crossing and trenches zig-zagging across the land. This was an ancient battleground with reed whistles sounding and drums beating, and swept through with horseback riders, with the traces of battle clear to see. Today, it is a modern training base for China's People Liberation Army.

From ancient times, Chinese people have used the order of battle camps to observe a troops readiness for battle. As in the olden days there was the Xiliu Camp, now there is Zhurihe, both strongly fortified, both conceal hidden talents.

Today, the elite troops stationed at Zhurihe, bring glory to the 90 year history since the establishment of the People's Liberation Army, assuming their roles in the era of military might, gathering on the inspection field, to be observed by the Party and the people, and inspected by President Xi Jinping, and swearing an oath to the Party and the people: to listen to the party's instructions, to be victorious in war, and to engage in great work styles.

The Zhurihe battlefield, warriors converge, the bright sword of the three branches of the armed services, silently waiting in the sands for the gathering of forces.

At 9 in the morning, the military parade held at Zhurihe and the joint exercises base celebrating the 90th anniversary of the founding of the People's Liberation Army. This is the first time a military inspection has been held on Army Day since the formation of the new China, we see an excellent level of achievement for national defense and the new image that the army reform is bringing to the national troops.

My father's a big guy, to get there would be quite a bit of effort for him. I wanted to go instead, but he just wouldn't let me. I just had to give into my insistent father. I looked over at my father, in his black cloth cap, black knee-length robe and dark green cotton-padded jacket, teetering his way toward the railway and lowering his way down there, which wasn't too difficult. Yet, the difficult part was climbing up to the platform after crossing the tracks. He tightly placed his hands on the top of the platform, shrinking back his legs, his heavy body tilted slightly to the left. The sight was of a many trying his very best. As I took this scene in, looking at his back, my tears rushed down my face. I rushed to wipe away my tears, afraid of being seen by him, or by any others. When I look out again, he was already on his way back, carrying those bright tangerines.

In the Repulican Era, most of the literati of Shaoxing were fond of the local huangjiu, and took deep pride in it. People like Zhu Ziqing, Xia Mianzun, Liu Dongyu and Zhu Guangqian used to gather around the Baima Lake regularly for drinking sessions. And Cai Yuanpei couldn't have a meal without a drink. Lu Xun meanwhile took sipping on the sweet Huadiao variety of Shaoxing huangjiu, also referred to as Nuerhong, as a lifetime habit. Xiao Hong once wrote, "Lu Xun likes to drink a little wine, but not too much, he takes half of a small bowl or a bowl." No wonder his works are often so redolent with the heady scent of Shaoxing wine.