The moment I got the college admission notice, I dreamed of returning to Peking. Five months later, the mainland of China would sink, the mountains and rivers would be shattered, the gunshots of the Marco Polo Bridge would resound across the land of China from north to south, countless blood would stain the soil red, and countless sorrow and indignation would fill the chest. .
Tsinghua University Garden has lost its original color, Nankai Balitai has become a ruin, the country is not in control, and the nation is facing the end of the country and the extinction of the nation, how can we explain this hatred?
Standing in Peiping, I asked myself, should I live like a common man or die like a hero?
This is a dark and heavy era.
No matter what, a commoner who has lived for more than ten years also wants to taste the status of a hero. I am a scumbag, but I also have the dream of a scumbag.
I will always remember a saying - not having a sword in your hand is not the same thing as having a sword and not using it.
Miss Qiu’s beauty,
The dazzling light of fission,
Everything starts on New Year's Eve.
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