This is a legend about a father, and a war about a father.
His life was like a chariot, constantly running and fighting. Finally, the chariot could no longer run and stopped. His life is the hardcover version of the Republic, the development history of the Republic. He is an ordinary soldier. I don't know how to write the theme of this book about my father? But through such works, I will seriously think about some issues such as: the three-year civil war, the Korean War, the development of the Great Northern Wilderness, etc. My father's generation was the witness and builder of the Republic. They contributed their whole life to the founding and development of the Republic in obscurity. Some of them turned around and passed away, and some will turn around.
These witnesses and builders of the Republic were "bewitched by countless revolutionary slogans and beautiful ideals such as upstairs and downstairs, electric lights and telephones". In countless battles, countless ordinary soldiers went to fight another equally ordinary farmer's boy. After that, on the land stained red by the blood of their comrades, they Using their own hands, they built their beautiful homeland - Beidahuang - from scratch. Later, during the anti-rightist, anti-rightist, anti-rightist, anti-democratic and other movements, these warriors with ideals eventually became the targets of the revolution and the victims of damage. However, they had no regrets and never complained until they died.
What kind of spirit is this?