Comrades-in-Arms

I have to say, I loved this article so much that I was afraid to leave a comment before. I have imagined many times what exactly was coming out of Colin's mouth when he held Ed tightly before he died. At first I thought it was "I love you" or "Don't be afraid" or other clichéd words that are always preferred by men and women in the world. Then I thought about it, and there is another word that is more clichéd but more preferred: the name of my lover. Before Colin died, he may have been calling Ed's name again and again, but unfortunately Ed could no longer hear it. What a touching story, even though it is a tragedy. The contradiction is irreconcilable, the passion for serving the country collides with the fear of death, the beautiful Isabella in the distance, and the most cruel and terrifying war. Most of the stories that happened in the war years were sad and moving, and most of them were tragedies, because the artillery fire shattered the connected souls of lovers from a distance. It is hard to imagine that people still have the heart to love after seeing the blood splattered and the corpses lying everywhere. They are in panic all day long, and they are trying their best to find a way out, or they are searching high and low for peace. But love is always there. In Ed's blond hair, in Colin's gentle butterfly kiss, in the tall figure in the queue, even in the war. Love arises in the cruel gap, so heartbreaking that people dare not touch or admit it. At the beginning of the novel, Ed shows a side affected by the war. He teases other women wantonly, is eager to use money to find comfort, and even laughs that he is just drifting with the crowd. At this time, Colin became particularly eye-catching. He always maintained his good moral character, those gentlemanly qualities of respect, self-control, and love. He is a very good man, as his sister said. He is indeed so unruly, unsociable, and unwilling to follow the crowd. I am deeply fascinated by this image. He may be paranoid, cold and withdrawn, but he always sticks to his nature, never wavers, and never betrays his soul. However, Colin is the dominant one in the relationship with Ed, the comforter and comforter. He guides Ed out of the bloody pain and makes him sober. Colin should be the one who is under more pressure. It cannot be said that there is no power of love in this. He understands that Ed is the one who needs protection. His lack of experience in facing war and his kind nature make him more vulnerable. He wanted to protect Ed, and he wanted his golden-haired lover, the perfect lover, the lover whom he missed deeply in his dreams to return to his hometown with a complete soul. He loved Ed so much. "Ed, you almost made me think you were in love with me." "It's an honor." So touching. Momentary sadness is just an impulse, only the pain that is tasted repeatedly after laughter and tears is deeply rooted in the heart. After the ending was revealed, the once moving heart became even more painful amid the pain of loss, missed love and past conflicts. How could Ed imagine that there was such deep love for him under Colin's eyes. ——My heart suddenly rushed up to the gate of heaven from the gloomy earth like a skylark at dawn, singing hymns. With your deep love, I feel like I have found a treasure. ——It is a pity that the heart is dead, the skylark falls into the mud, and the gate of heaven slams shut in the face of death. Only the treasure has not been covered with dust, just like the gleaming Lake Allen, just like the love between the two. Finally, a confession to the author! I love your works just as London embraces Dickens and as the Rhine pursues Bach, the guardian of St. John's Church in Leipzig. (Shameless)

I didn't expect to see articles like this now... It's a coincidence that I clicked on this. The author is also a talented person who can write short stories like this.

So angry... I was tortured by a bedtime story QwQ

Ah, it seems that the comment I just made is not displayed QAQ

While your golden hair shines. Liang Liang, do you still remember me? Recently, my father had a car accident and has not come to see you. May your golden hair shine brightly. I just want this sentence now. Liangliang, this is a very good article. Although there are still some shortcomings, but... I don't know how to describe this feeling, it's like a gentle and sad light envelopes me. Liang Liang, there is light in your words.

"Stop the bleeding of faith and speak of transformation." This morning I was still sitting in the laboratory on the tenth floor looking down, thinking of "Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence". The theme song "Forbidden Colors" says, "My love wears forbidden colors." That sentence has a very literary and beautiful translation, which is to indulge in forbidden colors. This is a movie that I haven't finished watching. It's long, desperate, and heart-warming. Love is a forbidden color, a cage that neither of them can escape from. Under the last moonlight, the young Japanese officer could only cut off a strand of golden hair from the blond man's corpse, just like the golden sunlight penetrating the memory barrier. He is a desire that he cannot admit, and a journey that neither of them can reach until the end of their lives. In fact, I have been thinking about what the war brings, the ruins and the smoke that cannot be dispersed, the legendary battles, the bloody heroes, the colorful volume of history, the reshuffle of power, the destruction and reconstruction of civilization, the balance gained and lost, the destruction and establishment re-established, the blood washes away the hustle and bustle, and seeks the clarity of a new era. And what about people at war? They met in the scattered dust and parted in the faint dawn. Maybe after saying goodbye, we will occasionally cherish each other in the remaining years, or maybe the separation between heaven and man will become a long sigh. I read this story again at two o'clock last night and saw Colin saying that we will eventually return to our hometown with our souls intact. We will eventually return to our hometown with our souls intact. The clear Allen Hu reflected the newborn sun, and the young man with black hair and black eyes was like the sparkling waves jumping on the lake in Ed's soul. Ed returned to his hometown with a complete life and a medal of war. He had everything Colin wanted him to have, alive, comfortable, and peaceful years. His soul will forever carry Colin's mark - Colin's tenderness and smile, Colin said, while your golden hair shines brightly. Colin was with him and will live forever in Ed's memory. His soul also returned to the shore of Allen Lake intact, like a clear sky-blue tear. "We will eventually return to our hometown with our souls intact." No matter whose memory brings it back.

Author, I'm here to make up for my points... Yesterday was the first time in my life that I posted a comment on a novel, and I sent it on my mobile phone and forgot to rate it... No, I really like this story so much!!! I'm trying to read some other articles =w= Sir Baikai, please come on~ I'm your brainless fan~! I have a weak question... Can I ask for a hookup? QAQ

I watched it before going to bed and ended up crying... I really liked it.