The storm was particularly strong that day. My father and I stood on the mountainside of Surita Mountain, watching the motorcade escorting the prince to the Central Plains like snow on an iceberg, slowly melting into the dust and then disappearing.
Abba pointed at the motorcade and said, "Luo'er, you have to see clearly that those are the people who have sacrificed for the stability of our country, and we cannot let their sacrifices be in vain."
At that time, I couldn't understand what Abba meant by sacrifice, but the light shining in Abba's eyes was like the wind blowing across Mount Sulita at the moment, so cold, but full of enthusiasm.