Ideas on Frozen Soil

When the sound of October cannons tears apart the long night, when the smoke of snowy fields engulfs the return journey, The footsteps of an unknown person have stepped on the blood and ice of revolution. He is not a footnote to the heroic epic, but just a piece of dust struggling in the torrent of the times—— Swinging between faith and survival, ups and downs between gunfire and warmth, Every breath is connected to the pulse of the country, and every tear reflects the folds of history. Turn the pages of the book and see how little people live like a glimmer of light in the cracks of the big era.