Everyone has a different understanding of history. During those years when wars raged and families were destroyed, what the war left behind were tragedies of the times in which wives and children were separated, yin and yang were separated, and white-haired people gave away black-haired people. However, it is precisely because war has brought the distance between life and death so close that human feelings become precious and rare, and love becomes more tenacious and greater. It is only in such troubled times that the true nature of love is expressed most vividly, and the content of love is also so tragic.
I like that period of history. Individuals seem insignificant in the face of war, but the brilliance of human nature shines brighter. Of course, the story I wrote is not history, but the background and big characters are based on history, and the main characters of the story are made up by me. There may be some familiar figures in the characters, because the novel is based on reality. If readers don't like it or think it doesn't fit with the history in your mind, please take a detour. If you want to understand history, you can read some history books of that era. And this story is just a love story, a story I want to write about gathering, separation, separation and hatred in the war era.
A love story that has been sealed in dust for more than half a century:
An anti-Japanese general galloping on the battlefield, a beautiful and leisurely lady of the Republic of China;
An encounter from Peking to Guangzhou, an unforgettable experience of Jinling coming together in the mist.
If there was no war, he would take her to visit famous rivers and grand sights, drink water from small bridges, and walk through the world's magnificent mountains and rivers;
If there was no war, he and she would be just an ordinary couple who spend the morning with magnolia and red plum blossoms, and listen to the music of the piano and harp in the evening. They only wish to help each other and grow old together;
If there was no war, the description of them in the history books would be another story.
The dust of history has finally settled due to the reincarnation of time, and the troubled times have come to an end. What is left of half a lifetime of love, where should we go?
——"Maybe I didn't meet you again back then... At least, you never left me..."
There are too many subsequent changes, and I really don't want to update. For the new version, you can search on the "Zhihu" site: Love in War Times