In the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, Shanghai was in a storm.
I dug out a bloody letter among my mother's belongings. The red marks were glaring and there was only one line written on it:
No. 3 On the Bund·Celadon Glazed Vase·They are coming.
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The ups and downs of troubled times, the love of children are all the prologue.
As a daughter, I carry forward my parents' aspirations, hold on to an old letter, and uphold the justice of my family and country.
The mountains and rivers are broken, and I will be that glimmer of light that illuminates China in the dark night.
"The red marks on the letter are blood, and they are also the character of my Chinese sons and daughters who would rather die than surrender."
