Not for plot, not for politics, not for faith or anything else, just because of the respect and solemnity for an ordinary soldier that permeates every detail. Even if it is classified as a sense of brainwashing, cultural invasion, or even a show. But I couldn't ignore the almost omnipresent seriousness and respect that a group of ordinary people showed to another equally ordinary soldier.
And that doesn't make me cry! The only thing that makes me feel really invincible is this solemnity, respect, solemnity, and the invincible cohesion of all these emotions that has no connection with me, with the world I live in. Even, in the foreseeable future, whether it is me or my children and grandchildren, if one day, misfortune will come. And this misfortune is preceded by a grand and righteous name, when we must become a part of the "being" represented, whether we are living or dead, we are destined to be unable to become a member of that solemnity. Those who always make up grand and righteous names not only have no energy, but even enough IQ to provide us with the soil in which such majesty may exist. And they've always been so good at destroying every struggle and effort that majesty has the potential to linger on. Therefore, it is destined that our hearts cannot be sublimated by this, and we can share a moment of knowing peace between ordinary people and ordinary people, strangers and strangers.
I don't want to ask any more, when did Shen Zing Chai Yuan start to lose. We don't even want to discuss who it started from, we are hostile to everyone except ourselves. Looking at the coffin on the screen, I just want to know, who can send us back to our former spiritual home? In that abandoned garden that has been deserted for a long time, we have been homeless for a long time!
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