Flowers bloom and fade, spring gives way to autumn. The moment they fell, they had already become eternal.——Excerpted from "An Inch of Mountains and Rivers, an Inch of Blood" She still remembered her grandfather's cloudy eyes gazing at the bustling traffic outside. The look in his eyes, through the windows and high-rise buildings, reflected a small boat in the ancient town and a wisp of the setting sun over the small river. Behind the peaceful scene was a thick darkness and the glow of blood. Everyone's smile carried a hint of bitterness, and every sob was laden with weariness. Then, they could neither laugh nor cry, and they just survived numbly until the dawn dispelled the dark clouds and despair turned into hope. Even when they had white hair, wrinkled skin, and were on the verge of old age, the backbone that had endured a hundred years of darkness was still as straight as iron, standing upright and towering. It was only after experiencing all that that she truly understood. You may think they were clumsy, backward, ignorant, and stubborn.Yet it was they who persisted, remained unyielding, fought bravely, and stood guard.Only then did we have today's ample food and clothing, laughter, and freedom. Thank you,My late and still living elders of the previous generation.