In the extreme conflict environment of war, all vanity is gone. We are the savagers. Survival is the essence of survival in front of opponents and in your own army. If you want to get a mark, you should gain it by your self. The
real things in human nature and the things that make people different from animals also flash here. We understand and protect each other. Behind the rude words and deeds, we support and trust each other. No one has ever been able to prove that there is an inevitable connection between vulgarity and the good and evil of human nature.
In fact, war is never as cruel and exciting as imagined. We are fighting against the pressure in our hearts, fighting for the meaning of life-in a place where life is facing the end, we actually have a real view of life.
Without my riffle, I am nothing; without me, my riffle is nothing. We need the meaning of life, we need to explain to ourselves, who we are fighting for; this is a question that animals cannot understand.
As a result, our lover becomes our own interpretation. This expectation is not so much a physical need, but more a belief. ——We need to be recognized, and we need the feeling that someone is waiting.
When Ping An returns to the real society, back to all the glitz and concealment, we forget the pulsation from the origin of life-although, vaguely, our hands still remember the feeling of riffle.
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