There are no women in the war.

I met this book in Duozhuayu Bookstore on Dawang Road, the second day of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday on 202/kloc-0. I just checked out this morning, and I plan to catch more fish before returning to Tianjin. But how can migrant workers have a leisurely holiday? Not long after I entered the door, I received a job assignment, so I quickly glanced at the bookshelf and picked up the book.

What a book this is! She gave me countless pairs of eyes. Truly recorded war is a way of life, which exists in people who go to the battlefield and are stationed in the rear. This war gave me the impression that it was not only a battle, a victory, an enemy raid, torture in the interrogation room and the evacuation of the people. You know, in every gap, in every gap between life and death, there is always bright sunshine, there are always flowers everywhere, and there is always white snow. No matter how mutilated the land is, it can't stop the blooming of nature. War is a huge barrier between us and nature.

About war, the human nature you can see in film and television works and literary works has been included by the author. Some of these stories come from tanks, snipers and front-line medical staff; Some come from the front-line laundry forces (previously unknown to have such efforts); Some came from guerrillas and underground workers. They went through a war together, and everyone went through a different war. The author interviewed many veterans and wanted to record the war from everyone's point of view. Just sitting here, you can imagine how much the whole process will be hindered. If it weren't for her, how could we see the personal truth that was forcibly hidden underground? Getting the truth doesn't mean taking any action. More often, I just want to look inside myself, throw a stone at my soul and listen to its voice.

When the war comes, how can people's love for the country be different because of gender? Almost all the narrators mentioned the great difficulty of dressing. The uniform is too big to March normally, but which girl has stopped again? In the face of these young girls, almost everyone scoffed. No one believes that they can also be snipers, pilots and antiaircraft gunners ..... but they realize it. They defended the country and fulfilled their mission. But not all girls can be accepted by society after the war.

I was born in a peaceful era, which happened to be an era of prosperity and development of the motherland. Of course, so are you who are reading this article. There is always a thick fog between the war and me, but I am still moved by these stories. I think their eyes are my eyes. The lovely people, respectable people, hateful people and hateful people these little girls meet are all very real. Even the blue sky they look up at is the one I am seeing. To borrow a sentence from the author: I have experienced different emotions, shock and terror, confusion and admiration, curiosity and loss, tenderness and sympathy.

In this essay, I call them "she", which is really great!

Some excerpts:

[1] During the Great Patriotic War, the motherland surrounded by millions of people ceased to exist.

[2] Later, I encountered this kind of thing more than once: there are two kinds of truths in the same person, one is the personal truth forcibly hidden underground, and the other is the overall truth full of the spirit of the times and smelling the smell of newspapers.

[3] In fact, there is no need to pity us. We are proud people. Let them rewrite history again and again. It doesn't matter whether there is Stalin in the history books. But what will never change is that we are winners. And the pain we have experienced will not be rewritten. This is not spicy chicken and ashes, this is our life.

[4] Humans once hated each other and then killed each other. For me, this is the most incomprehensible. who the hell are all these people？ This is who we are and who we are. ......

[5] To sum up: To love, we should use love to understand people.

Of course, I need a soldier, but I also want to be a beauty.