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You are all heroes. Always.

I recently wanted to write some articles about a big city in Asia.

He is my friend, who is the citizen of that city, tells me that don't write anything even on blogger.com, for safety. because I still live on this land.
Knows everything I said to him. When we said see you, I whimpered when I hugged him.

I am a coward, maybe.
You are all heroes. Always.

The Red Scarf

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"The Red Scarf is a corner of the national flag, dyeing with the blood of martyrs." On June 1st, 1988, as the first group of honorable young pioneers in the first grade of primary school, the teacher said this to us.

So there was a bloody scene in my mind: There were dye tanks on the ground, and martyrs stood in line. Each martyr walked to the front of the tank, his arm was cut, and blood flowed into the tank. Bandaged when the blood was about to run out, the next martyr was cut and continued to bleed...
Another group of workers has to do the work of cutting the national flag. Each national flag can make three red scarves--see the picture, the upper left corner is not available, because it is not good to cut to that or the people--Finally, the cut flags was put into the dyeing tanks and then dried to make a red scarf.


My feeling at the time was:
It's so tough to be a martyr, you have to be caught and bleed to make a red scarf when you return from the battlefield.A nation…