It all starts with a rose and ends with a flame.
? It is difficult to summarize this article in words or short sentences. From the characters to the writing style and the plot, I can all describe it as shocking. I read the 350,000 words in less than half a month. I went crazy talking about this article with my friends most of the time.
After opening the first and second volumes, I feel that this article is unrealistic. It is pieced together by naked wanton romance, madness, and art bathed in the holy light. It is a grand flame burning under roses, flesh, and faith.
The third volume is like an apple cut in half, and the conspiracy is slowly revealed at this moment. Amid the explosions and incitement we see, reason and conscience appear vulnerable. The continuous conflicts are always a reflection of the worry-free era we once had, a tolerant and free Mulderan full of artistic aspirations. Lyudmila's death can be regarded as a turning point in the current situation, or the fuse of the war. To be honest, it made me very depressed and sad. This is a sharp and profound regret, like gravel hitting a smooth surface.
This is very sad and sad. I originally planned to write a long review but now I don't even have the courage to review it. There are too many conspiracies and regrets throughout the fourth and third volumes, so I'll leave it at that for now, and I'll make up for it later when the reviews on volumes three and four have calmed down.
Finished in one stroke 2025/8/12
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Like this book very much! It was recommended by a friend. I was thinking of some article and she was so fascinated by it... It turned out to be a peerless article!
Regarding "I thought it was a person wearing a book, but I didn't expect it was the original owner."
Let's boldly move forward in the future that we cannot see. We will win and create an era of clear seas, rivers and rivers - we are all urging mothers!
(You really don't want to take a bite of this very good female group portrait?)
European-style World War II essay, a 30,000-word short story. I came across this through tweets, and among several articles on this topic, I picked the one I was most interested in introducing. This is my first time reading this type of article, and I surprisingly like it. The author's writing is so fragrant, and its rich European flavor made me feel like I was reading a classic. Following the protagonist, we retreated back with our comrades in the army, escaped bombings, randomly picked blueberries in the woods and threw them into our mouths, and glided on the ice of Lake Warby. Even the heavy flames of war cannot dispel these people's longing for life and the future. People can't help but imagine how happy they would be without war. The interlude of the plot line allows us to get a glimpse of the pure love between two immature teenagers. The war forced them to accept their separation. The two troops finally reunited. They both died on the day before they reunited. They did not hug or kiss each other passionately and did not even have time to meet again.
Don't let bombers cover up the clear and transparent sky - "It's doves, peace is coming!"