I haven't cried since I watched a movie for five years. I cried twice. Once, when the soldiers jumped off the bridge with dynamite bags tied, they called out their names and places of origin one by one. Once, he risked his death on the roof of the building to raise the national flag, which symbolized no retreat, and fired shots to commemorate the dead soldiers. Citizens on the other side shouted Long live the Chinese people! Instantly think of the salute of the National Day in 1970. Tears flowed down. The sweet days are too long, and it is always necessary to wait and see some memories to stimulate the nerves and remember the feelings of home and country.
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