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East Wind Sacrifice Widow's Village Memorabilia 6

Two huge flower baskets are enshrined in front of your soul. The flowers in the flower baskets are in bud and the green leaves are green. The elegiac couplet of one flower basket reads: ×× County People's Government pays tribute; the elegiac couplet of the other flower basket

Marked above: Presented by the People's Political Consultative Conference of ×× County.

History has gone through the bloody era and ushered in the period of reform and opening up. The people's government finally recognized the contribution of the Kuomintang veterans during the Anti-Japanese War and gave a veteran the dignity he deserved. Even though this day has come belatedly, it still makes you happy today.

The heroic spirit was comforted.

I picked up a handful of loess and enshrined it under my father's pillow (local custom is that the deceased's pillow contains loess, which means they will be buried in peace). The loess was soaked with the blood of the fallen soldiers and accumulated the souls of the children of the Yellow River. I

I firmly believe in the law of immortality of the soul, and death is just a ladder for the soul to ascend to heaven. Maybe one day, I will see you in the vast sea of ​​people. At that time, you may completely forget me, but I will always remember you, my

Your soul is forged in your flesh and bones...

In fact, I am the continuation of your life, and I am the essence of your will. I will hold up the plowshare, cultivate the years, and add a touch to that wall of history... To this end, I will work tirelessly, even though the years have turned white.

Even though the road I have walked is full of thorns and thorns, even though the vast expanse of white in front of me is still a salt-alkali flat, I firmly believe that green leaves will eventually grow in this salt-alkali flat... even if it is a cactus,

A single Haloxylon ammodendron will make me happy.

Time has no trace, and the past will never be forgotten. In the last winter of the 1960s, I took the train north to Xinjiang to serve as a soldier. You stroked the flowers on my chest and said

: When we left as soldiers, we were tied up with ropes... At that time, I warned myself in my heart that I must be a promising man... However, no matter how hard I worked in the army, I could not change the fate of being demobilized and returning home.

,——The column of my political appraisal says: His father is a Kuomintang soldier.

It’s hard for you to regret that you have affected your son’s future, but I found myself in the barren salt-alkali flats. Seeing the thousand-year-old cypresses looking proudly at the sky, listening to the irreversible roar of the Yellow River, even though I

There is no harvest from my hard work, but I am deeply moved, because what I sow is enlightenment. Once it sprouts, it will add a little bright color to the whole world. I will not stop, I know that you are watching me with your eyes in heaven.

, Mom’s vegetable basket contains my childhood. You used your own bones to build a monument for me. At the moment of washing away the humiliation, you said, child, people can lose everything, but they cannot lose their spine.

The sad music played by the suona alarmed all the gods. Look at the gods enshrining you in the clouds. Your uncle scattered paper money all the way to your new home. Your mother called your name and led you. I will lead your descendants.

, supporting your coffin to see you off. The sky was moved, and a drizzle began to rain, moistening the soil under your feet. In the misty rain, you can see the clusters of wild flowers blooming in the rain and dew, and the row of herons flying overhead with their chirps.

, look at the folks standing all over the hillside to see you off, and the leaders of the county CPPCC also drove here to see you off in the rain... I carefully put a handful of loess into my arms, I know

, your soul is taking root and sprouting in the loess. Maybe one day, I will see you standing among the flowers, waving to me...
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