Feng Qingxue's nose twitched, "Surely you will live to see our country prosper, to comfort Mr. Li's spirit in heaven!"
Under the selflessness of generation after generation, why can't our country flourish? Why can't there be an era of profound peace and prosperity?
Whether it's the heroes who have died in battle, or the current border defenders, third-line workers, or people supporting the frontier and many more, they are all holding up the sky for the next generation with their resilience.
The older generation plants trees for the younger to enjoy the shade, no one understands this better than her, a person from the twenty-first century.
"Sister Wang, our country is a dragon that has awakened from a deep sleep, a lion that has risen from slumber. The time of utter devastation is in the past. Give our country some time, and we and our next generation will surely witness the soaring dragon and the roaring lion!" Feng Qingxue continued.
