Aurora,

In a deep dream, I slowly opened my eyes, and everything around me seemed to gradually emerge from the fog. I am in a vast and desolate battlefield. As far as I can see, I see a destroyed forest. The originally lush trees are now only broken walls, as if they have been ravaged by strong winds and rains. I stood up slowly, with thick fallen leaves and broken branches making a rustling sound under my feet. Among the ruins, I noticed a huge stone with deep sword marks carved on it. These sword marks are crisscrossed and crisscrossed, as if telling the story of the thrilling battle just now. I looked around, trying to find clues to the battle. In this destroyed forest, I saw weapons and equipment scattered everywhere, including broken shields, broken spears, and abandoned tabards. These relics seem to silently tell the bravery and tragedy of the soldiers. I took a deep breath. The air was filled with the smell of smoke and blood, which reminded me of the fierce scene of the battle just now. I imagined the soldiers wielding their weapons, charging into battle, and fighting bloody battles for honor and belief. Their bravery moved me. In this destroyed forest, I seemed to feel the cry of nature. The trees that once towered into the sky now have only bare trunks left, as if telling the story of the hardships they have experienced. And the sword marks on those stones made me feel the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.