[The Captain/Line of Life and Death Fanfiction] The Dragon's Story

The best resistance is intimidation. The strongest strategy is to keep the enemy at bay. The most brilliant tactic is to defeat the enemy without fighting. Seeing this, I want to cry because of the prototype of QAQ Kirin.

I cried when I watched it, I really cried when I watched it. It was so shocking, the further back I went, the more painful it became.

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I saw broken rivers and mountains filled with gunpowder smoke, and I saw new buds sprouting on the dark land. The war may continue, and this land may swallow more blood and life, but I believe that those branches and buds will grow and entangle, and finally wrap our knives. The steel knife is stained with my blood, the steel knife is also stained with his blood, and the steel knife is stained with the blood of countless intruders, and finally they all merge into the soil. . 069059B Orange Tree "[Leader\\Life and Death Line Fan] Long's Article" @ Copyright of Jinjiang Original Network @ I saw the green mountains and green water, I saw the spring breeze passing over the south bank of the river again, I saw the waves rising from the hundreds of thousands of mountains. Our life has come to an end. We have killed many people and saved many people in this life. We have countless longings and desires. We only hope to have a clear conscience in the end. . C6e19e830859f2cb9f7c8f8cacb8d2a6 We are all dead, we have not left our names, we are cannon fodder, but we are willing to do so! . Tears welled up in my eyelashes for these sentences, and I paid tribute to countless great Chinese soldiers.

Fate is like grass—Comment on "Long's Articles" After reading the postscript last night, I told you that I fell asleep at one o'clock in the morning. I got Q, but I couldn't sleep. Holding the two pieces of printed paper, I lay on the sofa in the study room and looked over them over and over. But I don't want to open the computer and start writing again. No tears. I would rather have tears than this feeling - emptiness, depression, anger, sadness, despair, none of them are positive, sunny, and positive emotions. However, it is mixed with kindness, intolerance, and hidden expectations, so I think there is still hope. So, this hope made me turn on the mini DVD, turn it to the lowest volume, watch the bright smiling faces in "Soldier", and listen to the simple and pure voice, which slowly warmed me up a little bit from the coldness of this ice cellar. (The above text was written around two o'clock in the afternoon. Then I fell asleep again because I was sleepy. Now the morning and dusk are always reversed, which coincides with your time. It was four o'clock when I woke up, and it was almost time to pick up the children.) I took my bag and went out, and put the two pieces of paper with the postscript in my bag. After picking up the children, I took them directly to McDonald's for dinner. There were many people inside. It was very hot today. This temperature makes it feel like summer here. There were already people walking on the street wearing shorts and short skirts, with their arms and legs exposed. Although the grass was not green and the snow had not melted, it did not prevent people from emitting the fiery passion of spring and summer. What a confusing season it is! The air is filled with the aroma of coffee, the sweetness of fried donuts, and the smell of French fries. The children are having fun in the huge paradise. I sat by the floor-to-ceiling glass window and could see the children in the corner, dazed. Take out the two pieces of paper and read them to pass the time. As I watched, water dropped from my eyes. The first reaction was that I didn't dare to raise my hand to wipe it, for fear of attracting surprised looks from around me, so I simply buried my head and rubbed it on my arm, wiping away the tears while thinking: "I didn't cry last night, but now I'm fine, I finally cried." After hesitating for a moment, should I continue watching, I looked up at the clock. It was only a quarter past four, and I promised the children that I would play with them until half past five. So I unfolded the paper, moved my eyes away and looked at it again. I was thinking: Was it that sentence that made me cry just now? "Where is the country?" I felt immersed in the situation at that time. I was like that confused child. I was Zhang Lixian. I was thinking about what made him collapse the most at that time. It's home and country. Tears quickly filled my eyes again, and I lay on my arms, pretending to have a headache, and wiped them away. But at this moment, even though I have returned to my quiet home, the night is hazy, and the quiet atmosphere surrounds me safely. I copied this paragraph in the document and posted it in the comments. My eyes are still filled with mist, and my heart still suddenly hurts. Home and country! Repeatedly chewing these two words, the rhythm becomes stronger and stronger, the emotions become clearer and clearer, and the helplessness becomes deeper and deeper. Home and country! Where? Where are the bones to be buried, the spiritual ones, the physical ones? Where is the place where I want to cry for her, fight for her, and be proud of her? Yuan Lang said - there is not even an ideal, no sustenance. However, people in the age of soldiers still have family and country. People in the leader's era were frightened orphans. I am crying as I write this. Many times, before, now, and in the future, we must still ask this question - China, what's wrong with you? Chinese, what's wrong with you? "Washington sincerely and respectfully surrenders military power to Congress. . . . . . He bowed to the MPs and the MPs only had to touch their hats in return," "It had the pleasure of being governed by a group of gentlemen, and I cannot use the word governing, because those people probably did not like such a condescending word. . . . . Like Washington, they all "served their country with integrity and zeal." "Washington. . . . . However, as an idealist, his moral brilliance is enough to shine on future generations. He created a rare miracle. Personal selfish desires and desire for power rarely surrendered to noble ideals. China cannot produce Washington. China can only produce Sun Yat-sen, a tragic and helpless hero, a moral giant who was unable to defeat a villain in his life. Idealists in China have had only two choices from ancient times to the present. Either they will suffer a bloody blow and die without a burial place, or they can adjust in moderation and compromise against their will. This is already the best outcome. Of course, impassioned martyrs are admirable and respected, but those who endure hardship and compromise are also lamentable. There was a time when I didn't dare to read Chinese history because I was afraid. Why? Because it was discovered that history can be forcibly instilled into the people in various forms. The history textbooks we learned in primary school, middle school, and even college, during the most critical period when our memory is best and our outlook on life is formed, are filled with a lot of historical and political information in various official versions. Those plots that are intentionally or unintentionally ignored, those historical events that are directly blocked because we don't want children to know about them, are just missed by us. We spend our childhood ignorantly and fearlessly, with teenagers, flowers, sunshine, and beautiful things showing the prospect of kindness along the way. It's too late for many people to learn the lesson of "thinking" now! I only remember the shock and emotion in my heart when I learned at the age of 13 that Lu Xun was not only Xu Guangping, but also Zhu An. Then I thought, there are so many things in this world that others don't want me to know! ! ! ! I finally understood why the Nanjing Massacre, with its countless plots, was a story that had never existed somewhere, and why those pure eyes showed such disbelief when they heard the Chinese angrily telling this period of history! Where will the young heart be led! Don't expect history to speak for itself. When history speaks, it no longer has any effect. People who live in the present are suffering from their own present. They don't care about how wonderful people similar to themselves were in the past, and they don't care about how wonderful people similar to themselves were in the past. They also don't care about how they will be one of them in the future. In the current life, they just want to live well and happily! But there is no soil! I know the existence of the country, I know the direction of home, I want to go back, I want to live there, die and be buried there, but there is no soil! I know that you did not write this postscript to bring despair and frustration. On the contrary, you wanted to encourage courage and passion. However, the uncontrollable sadness still filled my whole body and mind! But when I saw this sentence, I sat up straight and straightened my back - "We can also try to get closer to Long Tuan's idea, do something to make things closer to their original appearance, and at the same time more tolerant, because no one is spotless." There is no need to say that everyone in the world is like this, why should I be like that, but if you think this is right, and if it is not a life-and-death sacrifice, then do it. Yes, extreme and radical have no fundamental meaning. Occasional enjoyment will bring about deeper feelings of loss and resentment, loneliness and withering, a soul without a foundation, not even a bayonet to commit suicide, let alone the last warm embrace of death. I have not watched the play, so I am not qualified to comment on the characters in the play or the article. Since the postscript contains some far-flung and trivial thoughts, I responded with the most primitive and real emotion after reading the text. "Power, resources, possessions, and winning against everyone will not make a country strong for a long time. Real strength is a system. This kind of strength does not come from any hero, but from the participation and creation of all citizens under a certain system." There has been no war in Canada for two hundred years, and the contradictions in this country are obvious - if Switzerland can maintain a rare peace, it is a bit like a very rich local snake who does not want to bully the poor or weak neighbors around him, and occasionally does some good deeds to fund or protect out of boredom and kindness in his spare time, then Canada's peace and tranquility is a verifiable victory of the system. Of course, its system has many shortcomings (it has invaded many aspects of life.), But one thought runs through it all, that is - the country belongs to the people, not to a few elites. The people have the ability to manage their own country, even if the elites do not do it this way! This is the only comment I want to make on Chinese history and politics. Speechless. I'm very tired, read this article, and read this postscript. This short postscript made me see that what Kuituoli really wants to tell us and make us think is too heavy! Do we still have time? To think. I can't finish thinking about it today, what about tomorrow! Do it, if you can't do it today, what about next year? Fortunately, we live in a relatively good moment, a moment where at least there is no gunfire and gunfire, and a moment where we can go home safely. My heart ached again - the ancestors had finished their life and it was over. And what about our descendants? When you wrote this article, you were in a rare state of not being calm, but this postscript is extremely cold. Anyway, it shocked me, and it must have shocked a lot of people. I don't know how many people will read this postscript carefully and think about what you want to tell them. You said that as long as some people listen, it is good. You also said that influencing young people actually affects the future and history. I think you can do it. Scream with a sincere heart, no matter how weak it is, someone will hear you. I walked to the window and could see the clear constellations in the night sky. The stars here seem very close to us. History has come to this point, and it is already like this. Countless people have died, and countless things have happened. What else can be done! ! ! ! ! Life is like grass, or life is like stars.

I don't know what other beautiful words I can use to praise you, Juda, you are a god. Every article is a masterpiece, even more profound and thought-provoking than the original work. I hope that one day I can see your novels made into film and television works, and we viewers will be blessed.

After watching Line of Life and Death and Leader, I only have one feeling. Orange Tree's portrayal of the characters is very good. In fact, I have always admired her for having such a deep knowledge and understanding of a virtual character. I watched the TV series Line of Life and Death after reading this article. When I watched it, I felt that the dragon article on TV was exactly what Orange Tree described, that crow with unparalleled marksmanship, that crow who said to his mother, I am your son who kills without blinking an eye... Orange Tree is really talented.

I am no longer willing to read articles like this. I am getting old and I don't want to feel heartache anymore or face all the powerlessness. I didn't dare watch that TV series. I even don't want to read some news anymore. I shrink myself into a shell day by day and let myself become numb. But I really can't give up my nation. I have no political stance, but I don't want my nation to decline. I feel sad.

The author largely acquiesces that Zhang Lixian is dead. In fact, he was not dead in the original novel, but it was later deleted in the TV series version, making it a mystery whether Zhang Lixian died. Regardless of the original work or the fan novel, the leader of the group, Die La Die La, is destined to die. In the fan novel, he leaves Nantianmen to visit Zhang Lixian's hometown and then commits suicide. I actually like the ending description of the original work, Die La Die La. I always feel that the fan die, Die La Die La, died for Zhang Lixian's love. I really like the postscript written in big letters. The postscript is more in-depth than the main text. I also agree with the author's point of view. The fun of fan fiction lies in looking at the original work from different angles. Well-written fan fiction is also very good, so I am reading some fan fiction now. I also think that the death of Dragon and Crow is tragic. The endings of the two articles called Dragon are very sad but impressive. The fanfic of Yuan Zhe, The Big Orange Tree, is very well written, and the writing style is very good. The inscriptions, the ghost behind it, and the twin cities in the mirror are very beautiful.

I read the original work. In the original work, the regiment leader was shot, but Zhang Lixian was still alive. Finally, Yu Xiaoqing got old and returned to his hometown in a car with the medal, asking around if anyone he knew was alive. I don't think a person like the leader would die by suicide.