Read two songs from the "Long March Suite", "Snow-capped fields, vast fields, cold plateaus, no food and cooking supplies." What do you feel from these four lines? Imagine what the poems describe.

I felt that the Red Army encountered great difficulties during its march. After reading this sentence, my eyes appeared on the snow-capped snow-capped mountains, with a Red Army team walking. The snow in the distance seemed to melt with the sky. The wind was biting and it was extremely cold on the plateau. At this time The Red Army was out of food again.