Airplane, Orange, Pavlin

The cradle of the Air Force, Changchun Old Aviation School. Kong Jue, a disabled soldier who emerged from the hail of bullets on the battlefield of the Anti-Japanese War, now teaches here. The poison gas made his vision blurred and his voice hoarse. The bombing gave him a love-hate relationship with airplanes. On an ordinary afternoon, he was pulled by his friend and got into the plane to experience "flying on the ground". At that moment, the roar of the engine tore apart time—— Loss, escape, struggle, and bloody memories rushed into my mind again. Finally, a warm sweet flavor remains. What was taken away by the war, he has taken back, is taking back, and will take back with his own hands. This is not the flight of one person, but the story of a generation lifting its wings from the ruins. When the sweet and sour oranges overflow the years, the iron bird will eventually carry their gaze and pierce the sky.