When the first snow fell in 1941, Wu Heng was kneeling in front of Xu's father's grave digging earth.
The frozen soil was as hard as iron, and the dagger's blade broke after being pried for even half an inch. He used his ten fingers to pick instead, not noticing that his nails were cracked, until he touched the mud seal of the wine jar - this was the daughter Hong buried by the Xu family seventeen years ago, and was originally supposed to be unsealed when Xu Jiaqi got married.
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In the vastness of China, the mountains and rivers are still there, and the family is still there. We should strengthen ourselves and never forget the blood and sacrifices of our ancestors.
In the vastness of China, the mountains and rivers are still there, and the family is still there. We should strengthen ourselves and never forget the blood and sacrifices of our ancestors.