[My Leader, My Team] Zhao Feng Xiang Wan Qing Yi Warm

*The essence is the memoirs of Yu Xiaoqing's deceased wife. Starting from the eve of the Northern Expedition in May 1924 and ending with the victory of the Battle of Songshan in September 1944, half of the history of the Republic of China from Lin Muchuan's perspective. The young general galloped on the streets of Changsha again. The hot wind blew into his sleeves, making the white shirt rustle. The young man's black hair was blown up by the wind, which brought the sweet fragrance of gardenias. It was May of the 13th year of the Republic of China. Liangcheng was still fresh in early summer, and the pomegranate flowers in the small courtyard were in full bloom. In Changsha, it is already a scorching summer with the scorching sun in the sky, the endless summer is blooming enthusiastically, and the gardenias are dazzlingly white. That was the starting point of the Nanjing National Government, and my story also started from here, opening a new chapter... * Yu Xiaoqing held the iron railing and the hand holding the railing. The rough bones and veins on the back of his hand pressed against the rough callus of the gun in his palm, and hot blood rushed through his veins. "The sea is rushing, and you will never be able to make a new start in your life, unless the mountains and rivers go backwards and the rivers go backwards. - Just like me." "I pray to God that if I ever see her again, I will be a good person." "You should let her go and let yourself go." "I can't let her go." He turned his head, fire burning in his red eyes. "She once handed me an onion. I wanted to grab that onion and leave the lake of fire burning with brimstone." When I woke up the next morning, the light had already shone in, and Yu Xiaoqing was still lying next to me, already awake. He said, I fell asleep last night, hugging him and crying. "I'm afraid we're going to reach a point of no return." "Can we turn back?" He asked, "When you came to Suiyuan, did you ever think about turning back?" I shook my head. "You shot yourself to Suiyuan like a cannonball. You are my coordinates. I followed you all the way north and never thought of looking back. If I don't drive the Japanese back to the sea, I will never look back in my life." I held him and nestled in his arms, not knowing where the boat of fate would take us. Intention: The rain falls across the bank, and the river flows through the Wangchuan River. Girl who lights the lamp, is he back?