The Last Soldier

This book was recommended by a friend who also liked Su Duqin, so I turned around and ran over to take a look, and I felt like I would never forget it once I saw it. I am not the type to talk too much, but I still want to ramble on about something because of this shock. The Soviet Union really concentrated the best ideals of mankind, and its collapse was also driven by the most despicable delusions of mankind. The collapse of the red giant is unbelievable but has become a reality. Looking back from now on, only the gray shadow of steel is left, and the dazzling red seems to have dried up like his blood. As for Gin, he is a figure in the darkness. This is his setting, so Gin cannot have a Russian name as Gin, just like that young Soviet man has been buried in the grave with that behemoth. Just like the origin of Su Duqin's setting is unknown, so is Gin's real name. There is no name worthy of him, or all names may point to him. Because in fact, when the collision between TopKiller and the red believers began, gin was no longer just gin, but more like a conceptual hope and despair. Hope that there were followers of the red giant, and despair that the shining North Star had fallen irretrievably. The believers who had been under his wings were as desperate as we who looked at it from a distance across the ages. Language is really powerless and cannot accurately express the excitement and trembling of my mood. But the person who first combined the two concepts of gin and red faith was definitely a genius. The decisive feeling of faith falling into the abyss is the most attractive thing about Su Duqin. It is like a meteor streaking across the sky and the sun falling into the mountain abyss. It is precisely because it is irreversible that it is so shocking. It was not fate that wanted to kill him, but his loyalty and belief that chose death, so he died generously. Except for the resurgence of the red giant, neither power, beauty nor justice and fairness can save it. This is the beauty of Su Duqin. In the end, Su Ziqin's food was really delicious, and the red teacher was really good to us back then, but this only means that I miss him and don't want him to come back to life, because the red tyrant later has become a real tyrant, just like what my wife said in the article, he wants to be the father of all socialism, which is absolutely not possible. He was not good to us at that time and he was really bad, so he said that the dead bear is a good bear. Of course, he was our good teacher from beginning to end. He taught us socialism and technology during his lifetime. After his death and some time before his death, he showed us all the paths that socialism cannot take, including bowing to the West. It's hard to say whether China's insistence on following the socialist path without making any changes or bowing its head is also influenced by this aspect (乐). Of course, and, do you want my wife's materials? (Straightforward) (Compare your heart)

One thing to say: I never thought Gin would die so... Lonely, but now it makes sense. His yearning and anger have already settled into ashes. It would be good to just submerge them quietly in the snow. At least he can meet the long-dead souls decently.

I read it again quietly, feeling that I had a thousand words to say, but it was difficult to express them. So I wrote this paragraph. The words do not convey my meaning, and I hope the teacher will forgive me. I always feel that the gin described by the teacher is like an isolated island, like a lone bird, the KGB is disconnected, a motherland that travelers in foreign lands cannot contact, a hometown that cannot be returned, a bird that can never return home, a martyr, he is indulged in illusory fairy tales and falls into the bottom of the bottomless valley. Romantic and lonely. Ah, the ending of being addicted to the sea is so peaceful (?) It is like a pebble falling into the water, floating alone without causing any ripples. Traveling through the blue screen, calculating and constructing a false dream, I had a dream that I couldn't wake up from. Good night, good night. Jihe burned the boat, and he was willing to do so without any retreat. Speaking of the accordion, it should be said that the Soviets are really good at art and architecture. Some time ago, I watched a video on a certain platform of an old Soviet man playing the accordion on the street, and at the end he played our country's national anthem. Ah, really, the red bird flies to the east (?) Have you seen the white bird flying through the dense birch forest? That bright red badge in the snow, ah, it's so lively and dazzling. Later, I exchanged all the money I had for the medal. Yes, it was a priceless treasure. Hey, what the boss said, "When you receive it, it's worthless." He gave me a forced smile and a strong sadness arose spontaneously. Suddenly I thought of Liu's "Full Band Blocking and Interference", how come the medals exchanged for blood... Ugh. I just suddenly felt an indescribable sadness. Speaking of which, I have always liked drifting bottles, wandering in the sea, occasionally staying on the coast, and wandering for a long time. Suddenly, I thought of the letter written by the Soviets to the future that I saw some time ago. It was really, ah, ah, just a few words can't describe it. People who longed for the future, but also witnessed its destruction, like a magnificent dream, so I can only say that it was a beautiful "fantasy". The soul is like a blazing fire in the wind and snow, defeated by the so-called chronic disease? No, it is clearly stuck in the quagmire and shining brightly. It is an immortal spark, endless and ever-warming. People of faith are moving forward, looking at the red, upward, upward... Spiritual sustenance. Oh, it is really wrong. It is clearly a tragic epic. My heart is hot, but I can't look back. It's just that things have changed, and I just can't see the warm sunflowers clearly anymore. I really like reading letters. The feeling of rubbing them with my fingertips and the emotions they express are so beautiful. I suddenly remembered the saying "When the body ends, the soul will never end." We have always remembered the eternal spirit. To the hottest, the sun. And I really like the phrase "Only the rock and his spirit last forever." It's like the story I met when I was young. It was written on the beach but would be blown by the waves and disappear quickly. However, it was engraved among the boulders and was as solid as a rock, and it remained the same regardless of the sun and moon. For a long time, the soldiers of the motherland have been guarding the motherland and guarding the red flag, which can be regarded as a kind of psychological comfort. But people's faith and hope are truly eternal. Ahhhh, the words are incoherent, I don't know what I am writing, and the words have no logic, but I really like this article. The cover is also very nice without material. Thank you to the teacher for bringing us this article. The ideas contained in the article are also very interesting and resonate, and the character story is also very good. So we are all moving forward and upward. Good night!

He is not an unknown soldier, but the family who knows his name have been obscured by history along with the family itself. The descendants of his former family who built a new home on the old site tried to call him back, but he clung to those little afterimages of the times like a stubborn old man. Why are we so desperate? Doesn't this make us who immediately accepted the change seem extraordinarily superficial? So let yourself go, Zhen

There will be no more red skirts and warm wine. They have not disappeared, but they will no longer appear in the land called the Soviet Union. I remembered a piece of news I had seen before that I didn't know whether it was true or not. It was said that the Soviet Union had launched a manned rocket before its disintegration. The unlucky astronaut experienced the disintegration of the country in space and was forgotten in the distant universe. But for everyone who cares about the country, why are they not this unlucky astronaut?

Very good, the eldest brother is dead again. I have time to count the various ways in which my eldest brother died in this article. The last sentence of md killed me. Moths flew to the flames, moths flew to the flames, he ran towards that embrace with joy and even expectation. He was and still is.

Of course it does! Super loud. Jpg The spiritual impact caused by the collapse of faith is undoubtedly huge. The original ones are erased and new ones are established. Living at this time seems to be a kind of loyalty, but also seems to be a kind of betrayal

"They are not buried in our earth, they have become white cranes and are flying." The white bird who left home follows the souls of the dead. Can Qin from the future prevent the fall of the giant?

I want to see if this book can be sold from export to domestic market.

A longing and persistence composed of red giants, a silence and confusion where everything is right and human, teacher, you ah ah! That's great!

Frog Fun suddenly discovered that the number of words in each chapter is complete

Help, the writing style is so gentle and beautiful, I'm so sorry for the update??^??

A grand fireworks, returning to mother's arms

"These walls are really interesting. At first you hate it, then you get used to it. After a considerable period of time, you will depend on it." (There's something interesting about these high walls. At first you hate them, then you get used to them. After a while, you still rely on them.) ——"The Shawshank Redemption" Everything that is beautiful has no home, including shooting stars, falling flowers, fireflies, and the most beautiful bird with a blue head, a red beak, and green wings. Who has seen people raising phoenixes? Who can restrain the moonlight? A shooting star has its own direction of coming and going, and I have my own destination. ——Shen Congwen's "Small Scenery under the Moon"

Because of the depth of love, I am so hesitant. As long as Schrödinger's cat is not seen, there will always be a glimmer of hope.

Ah, my heart strings trembled here.

I was very excited when I saw the unexpected information, so I quickly ran over to QWQ This article is like a strong drink that is dull in the mouth, but has a strong staying power. After reading it, it is booming and in a trance (×) The writing style is very good. The text seems bland at first glance, but all the descriptions do not appear redundant or wasteful. There are many wonderful sentences in the article, and many other comments have selected them. Then the large Russian text in Chapter 33 shocked me the most. I hope that more people will discover the treasure [red heart] [red heart] [red heart] (Finally, I hope there are still places available (raises hand) [waves hand]

Really, what's the point of going back? (Hate iron but not steel. Jpg) You know clearly that you can't change anything.

He can never go home

Why does Danmei write about the heroine's perspective and romance [Loading]

I can't do it... It's a very good work, but I didn't expect that the last extra chapter at the end would have such a setting... Look carefully... Does the author love Harry too much or hate him... Or it would be more appropriate to add a haha ​​tag...

It's my food, so sweet, so sweet, I love it [laughing]

? That's it, it's over?

Claw, Shen, hurry up and log off the line

So beautiful! Update soon!

It's obvious that I really like this gift, I'm so excited [dog head]

I finally waited until my memory was restored.

Come on, Jia Zhu, hurry up and destroy Tao Hong! And that mother and daughter whose brains are different from others

Is the ending like he?

Ah? Is it over? There are still many unfinished things to say, [question mark][question mark]