It was an inevitable tide of the times.
The darkness before dawn was bottomless, and countless people struggled onward alone through the thorns.
Their reckless, moth-to-flame devotion and their many acts of quiet resistance shone side by side,
lighting up the dim, obscure skies of modern China.
They would not live to see the peace and prosperity they dreamed of,
nor could they see the road ahead.
Step by step, they walked barefoot across blades,
stitch by stitch, they wove a vast net to save the nation.
They despaired, yet never once gave up hope.
The future is called the future because, even when everything has been destroyed, it still shines.
So it does not matter if the road ahead is long.
With the sparks of their lives, they set hope ablaze across the land.
In commemoration of the seventieth anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China
In memory of history
"The land is unsettled, our home unpacified. May I die, so my child may live."
*Entirely fictional. Please do not scrutinize it for historical accuracy.
*Because the subject matter is sensitive, many parts have been cut, but the original intent remains unchanged.
*Enjoy reading.
Zhang Sanshan will definitely die in the end if he is so complicated.