The Whole Network Watched Her Burst into Tears as the Sky Took Stock of the Long March

[Travel + two-way rush + sky screen inventory + tear-jerking group portrait + feelings of family and country] Her name is Lin Xinghuo, and she is the most ordinary female soldier on the Long March. Three pairs of straw sandals were worn out, and the military flag in his arms was heavier than his life. On the snow-capped mountains, she closed the eyes of her comrades with her own hands, and in the grass, she stuffed the last handful of fried noodles into the mouths of the wounded. She thought she would die on this road, and like her nameless comrades, turn into mud and turn into the road itself. But after a flash of white light, she stood in a completely unfamiliar world. Tall buildings are in the clouds, iron birds are flying across the sky, people on the street are well-dressed, and no one is running for their lives. She panicked. She didn't know the place, but she knew the flag - the huge, bright red flag waving in the wind in the square. She took out the old military flag that was only half torn from her arms, her hands shaking. "Comrade, I am a soldier in the Long March." She stood in front of the sentry, her voice was hoarse and her eyes were burning. "I want to find an organization." A phone call shocked the entire senior management. She will go back in seven days, back to the road paved with blood and snow. And what she brought back was all the warmth that this era could give to that era.