The setting sun has come to an end, and the world has turned into darkness, so a bright moon appears in the sky and rises slowly in the darkness. It shines as brightly as it can, retaining the original faith, fulfilling the last hope, and trying its best to fight for the last glimmer of light...
After endless struggles, people finally saw that when the first ray of day appeared on the horizon, the darkness began to recede, dawn was approaching, the bright moon in the sky turned into the remnants of dawn, the sun rose slowly, and the earth was covered with sunlight.
However, the moon at dawn is faint, seeming both virtual and real, making it difficult to tell whether one is alive or dead.
In this world full of light, the moon passed away quietly in the gentle breeze, as if it had never been there and never left.
Someone remembered his name, so everything on the land shouted "Moon", but they never knew the real name of "Moon", nor did they know what "Moon" really looked like. He was either the honest butcher on South Street, or the kid selling newspapers at Beijiekou...
(This work only pays tribute to the unknown heroes who once fought on the secret front)
Purpose: Patriotism, love for the party, and national unity