Cleaning the house today, I found a box. When I opened it, it was all green plastic soldiers, infantry, cavalry, artillery... A young soldier asked me timidly, "have you seen our commander? We haven't seen him for a long time." "Yes." "Will he come back?" My heart clenched: "It's not coming back." The soldier looked at me anxiously. "did he die?" "No, he... he just grew up."