The experience of a bitter and sad veteran, a legend of love in those ruthless years. We are not heroes, but we are better than heroes; no matter how fierce the artillery fire is, we must rush forward; in the smoke battlefield, there is only blood and rain! The flash of the sword and the roar of the gun are just a matter of leisure in the frost and snow. There is no place to look for in the long countryside, and the iron horse is in a dream; at the end of the night, the sun is rising in the east, and the military song is loud and clear across the rainbow! Marching south, marching north and driving away the Eastern captives, looking at the blue sky from outside the Yalu River. Have you ever understood that you lost your fragile life in exchange for desire?
A very good book