At the moment when I received the college admission notice, I dreamed of returning to Peking. After May, the land in China sank, mountains and rivers were broken, and the gunshots of Lugou Bridge resounded from north to south across the land of China. Countless blood stained the soil red, and countless grief and anger filled my chest. Tsinghua Park lost its original color, Nankai Balitai became a ruin, and the country did not win the country, and the nation was facing the destruction of the country, how could this hatred be resolved? Standing in Peking, I asked myself, should I live like a villain, or sacrifice like a hero? This is a dark and heavy era. Well, the villain who has lived for more than ten years also wants to taste the taste of a hero's identity. I was a poor student, but I also had the dream of a poor student. I will always remember a saying that it is not the same as having a sword in my hand and not having a sword. Miss Qiu's beauty, the dazzling light of fission, everything starts from New Year's Eve.