The long night will end.

The huge little field was lit up with hazy lights.

The neat and loud slogans came faintly from the distance, getting farther and farther away and eventually becoming a blur.

The bitter wind blew through the morning of the day and night, the scarlet flag in front of the small building danced wildly, and the old man, whose hair was already gray but whose figure was still stout and looked extremely powerful, listened to the distant slogans and gazed at ...