我们所有人都默不作声。木牌上的字不断地拷问着我们的决心:前路茫茫,未知的敌人也躲在暗处虎视眈眈,如同一把悬在我们头顶的达摩克利斯之剑;现实骨感,我们所携带的必需品在一天天地减少,没多久就会消耗殆尽。是继续前进,还是就此放弃?我的内心在进行激烈的斗争。的确,摆在我们面前的事实都是残酷的。但是真的就这么放弃了吗?我们难道就这样放弃最后的希望,对上天做出妥协,不再反抗,乖乖束手就擒吗? All of us are silent. The words on the wooden plaque constantly torture our determination: the vast road ahead, the unknown enemy also hiding in the darkness like a sword hanging over our head, Damocles; realistic sense of the bone we carry The need to reduce day by day, will soon be exhausted. Is it to move on or to give up? My heart is in a fierce battle. Indeed, the facts before us are cruel. But really give up so? Do we just give up the last hope, to make a compromise to God, no longer resist, obediently capture it?