The smoke is everywhere, the war is raging, and the tears are scattered in the harsh sound of gunfire.
I remember that even in troubled times, the faith in their eyes was firmer than I have ever seen.
My husband asked me what ideals were. I spat out the words from the newspapers without thinking.
"Reading for the Rise of China"
He smiled but could never fight alongside me again
During the riots that year, Mr. Chen blocked the entrance to the school. More than a dozen bullets failed to break his straight spine.
And the Chinese document that Mr. Sui left behind when he left in a hurry was turned to the page of the eulogy.
"Is this your ideal? Protect this school and leave the last place of peace for the students."
"I will definitely help you do it"
The sunshine under the camphor tree falls on the tombstone, and the surrounding flowers are blooming.
Maybe this is their best ending
Purpose: Studying for the rise of China