Twenty-Four Letters Home

The snow in Kunlun is endless, covering the continuous mountains. The troops were about to start marching again. Company Commander Yang told his comrades to leave letters home. Zhiwan, I actually wrote the letter before going into the mountains, but now I don't know if it's on the way to be mailed. The troops have been walking in the mountains for a long time today. The comrades in our company no longer know where they are. They just keep the sun on their backs. They are probably almost at the border. The company commander said that today is the last transportation of the supply convoy, and there will be no more convoys after they return. Everyone must hand over all letters to him before eight o'clock in the evening. Zhiwan, Wang Jingyan from Lianli said, when we are watching the sunset, you from Jingyuan are watching the sunset by the Yellow River. You are in the center of the motherland and we are in the west. I sat outside the tent and thought for a long time, and felt that what he said was wrong - you are in the west, and I am in the west. You are in Gansu, and I am also heading west. We are still on the same meridian, but you are closer to the Yellow River and I am closer to the snow-capped mountains. The sky in Kunlun is very clean, and the setting sun throws its last afterglow into the sky, like someone spreading a dustpan of gold powder. I look in your direction, east to north, and that is the direction of Gansu. There is a bright star in the sky, I think it is your eyes. There is a brighter star, and I think our children must have eyes as bright as it.