The film itself is retrospective, the ending is no suspense, the plot takes place in history, leaving little room for the screenwriter to play. The grand background, the complicated characters and the inability to portray individual characters in detail are all the wounds of the film, but these do not prevent the film from taking us back to those days in our lives to experience the determination to abandon all rebellion in those years and the courage to gamble on the future.
White Fear, Nanchang Uprising, Autumn Harvest Uprising, these are concepts that we have recited many times in our school days. Just thinking about the blood and sacrifice, as well as the despair and hope that overlap repeatedly in blood and fire, can't help but make people move. That is the origin of this country, the same past in this land, and the sadness and sadness that every family can't escape. I know that it may be difficult for young audiences who are immersed in daily necessities to sing any more. They may even hate those long words that need to be recited in their school days, and they can't feel the fear of those days when they are busy with traffic jams and overtime. This is all a good thing. After all, the suffering has passed, but we should never forget that this bitter past was spelled out for us with the young life and courage of the martyrs.
"Building the Army" is a group movie with too many characters to recognize who is who. Many people just briefly introduce their names and ages, as simple as the cold inscription on the back. But this is also the characteristic of that era. They come and go in a hurry and are just a flash in the pan in the long river of history. They died before they even bloomed, and they didn't even leave a name. I believe that most ordinary audiences like me have never heard of the name Cai Qingchuan before watching this movie. At the age of 24, his young and determined face is full of hope for the future, and in 1927, that future has no outline. We don't know him because his life stopped that year. That's definitely Cai Qingchuan of Qian Qian. We don't even know his name. He died with a passion for * * * and a childlike heart to save the country and the people. He blocked the enemy's gunfire with his thin body and left a precious fire for the later revolution.
Every step on the thorn blood road is the blood and soul of heroes.
Fortunately, it has been 9 1 year since the founding of the army, and we have already had our own armed forces, which can fight against the Kuomintang reactionaries and Japanese aggressors in the subsequent World War II.
In peacetime, all the smoke has dispersed, and we can no longer hear gunshots. Only the martyrs' cemeteries scattered all over the country are still reminding us of that heroic time. In crowded cities, cemeteries have also become an important place for citizens' extracurricular activities, with children frolicking, young people whispering and old people chatting. This peaceful and prosperous time, as you wish.