The children running around in the courtyard waved their arms at their mothers as they happily ran down the mountain.

As they walked away, their silhouettes grew taller and taller.

From a small child to a tall, robust soldier carrying a gun, with a bright red flag fluttering behind him.

Before the old woman could turn around shakily...

The laughter gradually faded away.

The courtyard was deserted.

Only she and her husband, who was still fast asleep in the armchair, remained.

The scene that just happened.

Another afternoon dream of the old lady...

What's on the other side of the mountain?

"They are the heroic spirits of martyrs."

"It was the new Dragon Kingdom they fought to the death to protect..."

The live music suddenly intensified.

Wang Yueheng appeared in the courtyard, gazing at the distant mountains and singing loudly.

Behind him was an elderly woman, bewildered and just awakened from a nightmare.

Just now, when I heard that loud bugle call to charge.

Everyone, like the old woman, felt a shiver run through them.

Several old generals suddenly stood up.

With teary eyes, I watched the children's figures gradually disappear into the distance, as if I were seeing my former self.

What's on the other side of the river?

"It is a protracted war."

"She gazed into the distance, tears streaming down her face..."

The scene in the stands changed again at that moment.

The old woman's gaze shifted to the simple wooden house.

Several photo frames are neatly hung on the mottled wall.

On the table below the picture frame, freshly cooked food and bowls/chopsticks were laid out.

The people in the photo are smiling.

Those were her children, who were gradually drifting away and would never return...

"Peace has come"

They're gone.

"The person she was waiting for will never come back..."

Grandma saw the photos of her children on the wall.

Crystalline tears welled up in her somewhat cloudy eyes and slid down her aged cheeks.

Grandma, holding the beanbag toys that the children used to make from coarse cloth, walked with her small feet to the fence in the yard once again.

Gazing at the distant other side of the mountain.

now.

Modern buildings have been erected there.

The roads are wide and the streetlights are bright.

There are even giant Ferris wheels that are taller than mountains.

The bursts of children's laughter that I had just heard in my sleep seemed to be coming from there.

Village officials have come to see him countless times.

Tell Grandma that a house has been reserved for her in those high-rise buildings as well.

It's warm in winter and cool in summer, and you no longer need to chop firewood and start a fire yourself.

I advised her to move there.

But the old woman repeatedly waved her hand in refusal.

She worried that when her children returned in groups, they wouldn't be able to find their new home.

I'm afraid they'll return to this familiar little courtyard.

They'll never see their mother cooking for them again...

...

Smoke drifted by.

"The firewood used for cooking bent my back."

"Sunset"

"Grandpa sang while tapping his bowl and chopsticks..."

Then came another low, slightly melancholic song.

The playground was quiet.

I watched the old woman who repeatedly fantasized about the appearance of her young daughter, only to be disappointed time and time again.

Even after their children have sacrificed themselves.

They still refuse to move out of the dilapidated house, fearing that the children will not be able to find their way home.

A silent sob seemed to rise from the scene.

Several instructors who had served in the army for many years and had not been able to return home clenched their fists so tightly that the veins on the back of their hands bulged.

Every soldier stood ramrod straight, their lips pressed tightly together.

These steel warriors gazed at the grandmother who had fallen silent, longing for her children.

Tears streamed down her face, one drop after another, falling onto the ground in front of her...

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Note: The original singer of "Grandma" (Patriotic Version) was Zhou Linfeng; the lyrics and music were written by Zhou Linfeng.

The lyrics for the latter part have been modified.