There was a little bit of sand on the bluestone pavement, and the mottled and cracked wall had been covered with moss and vines earlier. The newly blooming willows are fishing by the lake, and the fish are playing in the lake; the spring breeze gently blows over the water, as soft as the freshly melted spring water, and the wind is full of sweet fragrance. Rolling up water spray, blowing through the wind chimes of a house, scattering stars...
Cigarette butts curled up, and people chatted at home. The figures of the two gradually shrank along the road, leaving only the sound of hurried steps; the stars on their shoulders rolled down and started to shine for the new China.
Purpose: Reflection on war