One night on the grasslands of East Africa, Su Yuxiao, a genius from Central America, got into trouble with a man as wild as a wolf. Two years later, we met again in Xinjiang. He was the eagle guarding the gate, and she was the painting chasing the wind. He burned the transfer order and guarded the border for her; she concealed the miscarriage and traveled far away for him. Many years later, on a rainy night in Paris, a piece of news about a serious injury during a smuggling raid made her suddenly realize: what they missed was not love, but a whole life.
Intention: In the choice between personal emotions and family and country responsibilities, each generation makes silent sacrifices. We should not only look up to the monument of the heroes who defended the country, but also see under the monument the equally sincere and moving personal joys and sorrows that have been swept away by the torrent of the times.