[This article is also called "It's not about love"]
I died in 1919, on that rainy day when my love could not be expressed.
When I opened my eyes again, I came to Nanjing in 1937.
Yes, I am a time traveler from the future.
This time, I dressed as one of the 300,000 citizens of Nanjing.
A love that spans a hundred years, carries heavy historical facts, and goes round and round, and we are destined to never meet again.
How can you not care about love?
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"Forgetting is the second massacre. The long river of history has buried the bones of our ancestors, but it does not mean that this history should be covered in dust. The great rivers and mountains built up by the flesh and blood of countless revolutionary martyrs have never been the words for our young generation to live without thinking about danger."
"The bloody ruins gave birth to white wings, waved away the dark clouds that blocked the sun, and gave Nanjing's 300,000 citizens a bright day. The rusty thoughts began to swirl, and it was not just me, nor you, who awakened, but the thousands of young people of the Chinese nation, writing a green tide of hope in the moldy history."
Ps. Free short story, male protagonist's perspective, don't comment if you don't like it.
The main plot and love line are relatively light, so don't criticize it if you don't like it.
Thank you to everyone who reads. Thank you very much.
Mission: Never forget the national humiliation, be self-reliant and self-reliant
