Open the Door. I'm Three Years Old. Opposite Is Long March. I'm so Hungry.

Introduction: [Connecting ancient and modern times + material support + daily life of cute children + feelings of family and country + tear-jerking tribute] The storage room in the cute three-year-old baby Yin Yin's home accidentally connected to the 25,000-mile Long March. On the other side of the door were young Red Army soldiers who lacked food and clothing and even had to boil their leather belts to satisfy their hunger; On this side of the door is a modern cute baby with plenty of food and clothing and a mountain of snacks. When the little soldier with a sallow face and skinny muscles gave in for half a piece of steamed bun, Yinyin blinked her big eyes and handed over the hot meat buns: "Little brother, eat this, the meat is delicious!" When the cold wind is biting and the soldiers are shivering in their single clothes in the snow-capped mountains, Yinyin dragged her father's thickened down jacket: "Uncle, wear this, it will keep you warm!" Can cold and fever kill people? Enough antipyretics and antibiotics! Stuck in the grass quagmire? Modern inflatable mattress, safety rope arrangement! Yinyin doesn't know what history is. She only knows that the brothers and sisters on the other side of the door are the best people in the world. Her parents told her in tears: "Yinyin, give me as much as you want. Even if our family goes bankrupt, we still have to escort our ancestors to finish this journey!" This feeding that spans time and space not only fills the stomach, but also warms the years. (There is no fantasy in this book, it is purely daily life. Behind every material is a tearful history.)