我们不可能全都做英雄,总得有人坐在路边,当英雄经过时为他们叫好。——威尔·罗吉斯张思德1944年。陕北。安塞。在一座简陋的窑洞里,你正躬着身子为挨冻的延安烧炭。火热的炭窑映红了你大汗淋淋的脸,也映红了解放区一片晴朗的天。后来,你把自己也当作一截青冈木,投进熊熊的窑膛里,化作一团红红的火焰,化作一块黑黑的木炭,化作一种燃烧的精神…… We can not all be heroes. There are always people sitting on the side of the road, applauding them when the hero passes by. - Will Rogers Zhang Side 1944. Northern Shaanxi. Ansai. In a shabby cave, you are bending over to burn charcoal Yan’an. Fiery charcoal Ying red your sweating face, but also reflect the liberated areas a sunny day. Later, as a section of Cyclobalanopsis glaucoma, you cast yourself into the raging kiln, turning it into a red flame, turning it into a black charcoal and turning it into a burning spirit.