Looking up, the peak has been slightly sunny, the sun red, shining on top of the snow-capped, reflecting a golden light.

Once there was a little girl who loved to sing, walking happily in this magnificent team, she sang the loudest songs, so that the tired warriors look up to the sky and see the sun; she danced the most moving dance, so that the wounded veterans to forget their wounds, and smiled happily; she had a common red sweater for a happy, as if it were a precious treasure, and in the most dangerous time she was her own most treasured things, along with the hope and strength to give their own friends. hope and strength, to her comrades. She was just a child. That year, she was 15 years old.