The Era When She Had No Name

Ever since I was a child with clear memories, images related to the Anti-Japanese War have appeared in my dreams countless times, becoming a very special spiritual imprint that has lasted throughout my life. While sleeping at midnight, artillery fire, desolate villages, suffering compatriots, and ancestors who fought bravely against the enemy took turns to unfold in the consciousness. The sorrow and passion in the dream were as real as if they had been experienced in person. After waking up from the dream, there was still an unbreakable heaviness lingering in my heart. Such frequent and persistent recurring dreams are a special experience that belongs to me alone. I have kept it buried deep in my heart for a long time and have no place to express it. I chose to pick up paper and pen and completely describe each illusory scene that emerged late at night, faithfully recording this dream that spanned years and years and repeatedly traveled to the war era. These words are my own personal dream archive, and they are also thoughts from the heart. Through the broken scenes I have seen countless times in my dreams, I preserve a national past that cannot be forgotten.