My father is like a brave star who joined the army at the age of fourteen. In the years of war, he has gone through many hardships and thrived; my mother is like a tough tree, standing steadily at the foot of Jiulong Mountain, silently watching over her homeland. Their meeting was like the warmest ray of sunshine in the war-torn era, lighting up each other's lives. When my parents were alive, they often reminisced about the past years under the bean-like kerosene lamp. The hardships and dangers in the military journey, the hard work in the fields, and the ordinary days of supporting each other are all like smart notes, jumping in my writing and turning into deeply touching words.
