"Have we... Really won?"
Coming from the future, she looked at the comrades in front of her who were running towards the new China from the blood and fire of the old era. She staggered forward half a step, and then silently retreated as if blocked by an invisible wall. Her brown eyes were full of tears, and the expectation was wrapped in an almost humble desire - she was looking forward to a definite answer, but she was also afraid that the answer would break the dream she guarded with her life.
She had gone against the flow of time and fell from the peaceful era back to the smoke-filled past. The artillery fire at Lugou Bridge on July 7 shattered the dawn, the sea of blood in Nanjing flooded the streets, and the cries of the five families tore through the wilderness... She clutched the gun tightly, saved people, and sowed the seeds of hope on the scorched earth, but eventually she and her comrades fell in the grass on the unknown hillside. When the cannonballs bloomed in yellow-brown fireworks on the loess, she saw her own shadow melting into the bloody setting sun little by little.
When she opened her eyes again, she fell into the world of light. But her fingertips couldn't touch the warm sparks, and there was only a dead silence beating in her chest - where was the fire in her heart left in the scorched earth? Or is it that the unfinished victory was extinguished with the last gunshot?
During countless sleepless days and nights, she murmured to herself: "A single spark can start a prairie fire! A single spark can start a prairie fire..."
A single spark can start a prairie fire!
