Reflections on War and Peace (not less than 400 words)

During the war years, countless sadness, disappointment, despair and confusion made people look forward to a new day. No gunfire, no blood, a safe and secure day. How many people who expected it died, were trampled under our feet, and fortunately grew into grass and continued to be trampled by us. We, who have never experienced war, open the books with fragrant lead and ink and feel the solemn and stirring of that year between the lines; Go to the cold museum to find traces of smashing and looting; Imagine bleeding to death in front of a stable screen. Then, their children are determined to study hard and defend their motherland. Adults actively respond to family planning, giving birth to only one child, letting babies and children give orders and gradually disappearing into modern machines. Those children who grow up with electricity all day are getting lazier and lazier, and completely become robots that can only work with electricity. When children wake up from their dreams and find that the world is still turning and they can't find their own direction, what is worth fighting for in a quiet greenhouse? They got lost. I began to hesitate and didn't know what to push myself to fight for, so I began to popularize decadent drugs, imitate singers and movie stars, and look for some spiritual sustenance. This is an era of peace. Our sky is quiet and cloudless. Pigeons eat too much food to fly. The vague hero in our hearts has completely disappeared. Let us love ourselves. Many people began to talk about homosexuality. This is an era that pays attention to individuality. No one looks down on anyone, no one likes anyone, and everyone has to live in their own way. We don't have the same goal, we can't feel the unified heart in the war, and we can't feel the passionate youth in World War I. We are selfish animals and only learn to hide our things carefully and eat them secretly. We giggle at the old black-and-white movies, look for the defects of the actors, and study how the flames of the heroes in the pictures are made ... We dye our yellow hair, wear sunglasses, wear nose rings and chew gum. We reject our parents because their ideas are too old-fashioned, and we don't trust anyone because they have too many mouths. Boredom is our most common greeting, loneliness is our best friend, and impatience is our most obvious personality. We were born without angles and degrees, and we were completely at sixes and sevens. The man who handed out leaflets and shouted slogans with a trumpet, they were forgotten. Those territories and the return are just politicians' business. There will be groups of professional soldiers going to war. We just need to protect our property and life. In our time, real dreams are generally unreal. In a maze, we are trapped in the fog, just waiting for it to disperse and no longer struggling to find the direction. I look forward to the war.