Mountains and Rivers Ashes

Two hundred and three years of war ended overnight. After the Great Ember Day, one-third of the continent turned into a gray dead land - the Ember Zone. Those who step into it will lose their memory for three days and lose their breath for seven days, just like a lamp extinguished in silence. Guarding the edge of the Ember Zone were the patrols of the Seven Nations. Young people came and went, only a few stayed. Feng Zhe, twenty-four years old, the youngest captain, has been to Jin District nine times, and every time he comes out, he remains silent for longer periods of time. Ji Feng, twenty-two years old, vice-captain, was carried out of Jin District by Feng Zhe two years ago. When he woke up, the first thing he saw was a long scar on the back of Feng Zhe's neck - blocked for him. He never left. Chen Zhao, whose age is unknown, picks up fragments at the edge of Jin District every day and piles them up in three warehouses. Each fragment has a name on it - one is called "Chun Ya, female, four years old, wearing a red coat." There are countless people who stick to this place, guarding the ever-receding sunset line, patrolling, monitoring, and keeping silent day after day. It wasn't until Feng Che walked deep into the Ash Zone for the ninth time that he saw a green grass in the gray. There was a stone underneath the grass, and a word was engraved on the stone: Stop. No one knows who carved that word, when it was carved, and why it was carved. But they started walking back. He goes in once a month, bringing a stone with his name engraved on it each time, and reads back the forgotten dead one by one. A name grows a grass, and there are more and more grasses, and a patch of green begins to appear in the gray area. But the Seven Kingdoms don't want that piece of grass. They want to blow up the Jin area and end it all. Feng Zhe submitted a report saying that grass can repair the soil. That's false. But the fake report blocked the real bomb. And those on the patrol knew that Cao was indeed repairing something. It's not soil, it's something else. Too many people died in the Two Hundred Years War. Those dead who were not buried, not remembered, and even their names disappeared in the dust, are waiting for someone to read them out. Say a name and a grass will grow. Recite thirty-four thousand two hundred and seventy-one names, and the entire Ember District will turn green. A group of young people in their early twenties stood on the gray land and decided to do the stupidest thing - remember them, then look at the green and eat back the ashes bit by bit. Purpose: War ends when fighting ceases, but true peace begins when someone remembers the names of the dead. The armistice agreement can only prevent the living from killing each other, but it cannot bury the dead. The real legacy of war is not hatred itself, but those forgotten bodies, erased names, lives hastily buried and never mentioned again. And if a person wants to truly come out of the war, the first thing he needs to do is not to "let go of hatred", but to "remember the dead" - so that their death is not in vain, and to let himself know why he lives. War ends the day fighting ceases, but true peace begins the moment someone remembers the names of the dead. The armistice agreement can only prevent the living from killing each other, but it cannot bury the dead. The real legacy of war is not hatred itself, but those forgotten bodies, erased names, lives hastily buried and never mentioned again. And if a person wants to truly come out of the war, the first thing he needs to do is not to "let go of hatred", but to "remember the dead" - so that their death is not in vain, and to let himself know why he lives.