"If you never come back, I will cry in this desert for the rest of my life." "You want to imitate Meng Jiangnu and cry at the Great Wall?" He chuckled. "Husband, I can't bear to let you suffer this injustice." "If you don't come back, I won't bury you in the sand!" Cen Qing raised his eyebrows and pretended to hit Jiang Gu. "Then shouldn't your husband's grave be this high?" He pointed to the top of his head. She couldn't bear it anymore and ran into the boy's solid and warm embrace. His tone softened, and he held the corner of his clothes tightly, his voice barely audible: "You must come back safely." \\\"I will." He sighed softly and kissed her forehead. On the battlefield, what awaits him is the uncertainty of life and death. Since ancient times, it has been difficult to protect the family and the country. The love between children is buried in a corner of the desert and blooms quietly. It was the cold plum blossoms on that winter night that slowly spit out their stamens, and the boy's clumsy kiss in the white snow, and like the broken string in the girl's hand, constantly brought back memories of the old friend. She still remembers that the love of a young man is like the wind, traceless and everywhere. She often thought about the young man riding a war horse to fight. She wanted to hug him again and listen to him coax her to go home, but he belonged to the land beneath his feet. + She still remembered the young man's curved lips, leaning against the light, leaning against the tree, and said slowly: "I can't see my future. I just listened to the sound of horns and the sound of horse hooves, and I decided that this was my future."
Mission: Feelings of family and country, long-term love of children