What I am describing is the story of my great aunt. She met her hero when she was thirteen. When she was seventeen, the hero's lipprint was finally branded on the back of her hand. But not long after, his hero fell under the gun of the enemy and fell into the arms of my aunt. From that moment on, my aunt hid all her youth and life in the snow, guarding her hero's lips alone until her death.
Born in a peaceful era, my love was mediocre. I want to go to the era of my ancestors to see and feel their vigorous love. Are you willing to come with me?
Purpose: Heroes who show their lives for New China are worth loving throughout their lives.