Today, when Toyota and Panasonic can be seen everywhere, when "Bagueya Road" and "Missymisi" have become the condiments of people's jokes, everything in those years has become so distant and separated.
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When people sit on the train and run at high speed along the Beijing-Guangzhou Railway, how many people will think that on both sides of this roadbed, there were ditches as wide and deep as a house?
When people come to the big depression of the green grass and three or two farmhouses, how many people will remember that this was once a battlefield where the Japanese dragged nets and swept away corpses?
When people gather at the head of the village, waiting for the bus to the county seat, how many people will know that the road used to be walked by the long car caravans, horse teams, and traitor car teams of the devils, as well as the men who carried ammunition, supplies, and looted things for the devils?
When people linger on the embankment of the Tuotuo River and enjoy the night scene of the countryside, how many people will remember that when they looked at it from here, it was dark and dark, and there was no sound at all, only ghostly pillboxes from three to eight or nine stories high, and the light flickered faintly inside, as if monsters from hell were blinking one after another.
Could the blood and fire, love and hatred of that month so easily drown the tide of time? No, you can't.
