"Ha ha……"
On the sea, in a small boat, a group of children, a group of children who are about to grow up—this is hope!
Well, why am I getting all sentimental?
"Let's go home. We still need to harvest seaweed seedlings tomorrow. The revolution is not yet successful, comrades must continue to work hard."
"Brother Weidong, shall we sing?"
Lin Hai suddenly felt a surge of heroic spirit and wanted to sing a song.
"Okay, what do you want to sing?"
“They sing that song, ‘Returning from Target Practice,’ which we often hear people in the army singing.”
Li Gang started it, and everyone, whether they could sing or not, joined in with a couple of howls.
"Sunset over the western mountains, red clouds fly"
Soldiers returned to camp after target practice.
Red flowers on her chest reflected in the colorful sunset
Joyful songs filled the air
mi suo la mi sao
la suo mi dao ruai
"Joyful songs filled the air"
Upon hearing the familiar song, Bonnie felt an urge to cry.
Through Bonnie and her team's tireless efforts, they spent three or four days creating a small-scale seaweed farm on the sea. It wasn't large, but the potential was high.
"Sister Bonnie, we did it! Ah... I, Lin Hai, am no longer a good-for-nothing brat. Besides fighting, I can also grow seaweed."
"I know, so you know you're a troublemaker, huh?"
Lin Hai was also happy when Bonnie patted his head. His grandpa and parents no longer had to worry about him, no longer had to worry that he would be useless, or that he would lead his younger siblings astray.
"Let's go, rest tomorrow. We need to weed the day after tomorrow; the weeds in the field need to be removed."
"It's grown back again. It feels like I just finished plucking it a few days ago."
"Wildfire cannot destroy it; the spring breeze brings it back to life!"
Is this how poetry is used?
Who cares?
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