A man doesn't shed tears lightly, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.
In the Martyrs Memorial Hall, Du Yan stood quietly in front of the wall of deeds of the three martyrs, looking at the resolute face in the middle and crying silently.
No crying, no sobbing.
Only tears fell quietly across his face, which was equally resolute but slightly childish.
That year, he was only 9 years old.
That year, he was only in the third grade of elementary school.
On that sweltering afternoon with an approaching rainstorm, when he saw his mother slumping to the ground with a pale face and crying loudly, he didn't know what happened.
When more and more relatives and friends, unknown uncles and aunts, and soldiers in military uniforms came to his home.
Only then did Du Yan know.
It turned out that he lost his father forever that day.
"I don't have a father anymore!"
His childish cry broke the hearts of many adults present.
When Du Yan was a child, he actually didn't like his father.
Because they always gather less and stay apart more often.
He looked at his mother's hard work every day and always wondered why his father didn't come back to help his mother.
His mother never said a bad word about his father in front of him.
She always told Du Yan that her father was a glorious people's soldier. He protected thousands of children like Du Yan in places where people could not see him.
In Du Yan's impression, his father is not like other children's fathers who would buy him toys of this kind.
When he was young, he didn't understand it very much.
For this reason, he even developed a playful and rebellious mentality.
But as his father left and as he slowly learned about his father's past, Du Yan gradually began to understand his father.
And finally came up with the idea of inheriting his father's legacy and joining the army.
He wants to be like his father, protecting his mother, this land, and the people in this land who are worth protecting.
Xu Jie's eyes never strayed away from Du Yan.
When he saw Du Yan standing there with tears streaming down his face, Xu Jie finally understood why Du Yan was so different today.
He glanced at the description of his deeds on the wall.
Du Shouhua (1980-2014), male, from Zhongnan City, China Province, with the rank of captain, former deputy battalion of a brigade in the Central Theater Command.
During the rescue and rescue work of the "7*20 Extraordinary Flood", after receiving orders from his superiors, Du Shouhua took the lead and rescued 24 trapped people from the monstrous floods.
While rescuing two people who were trapped on top of a building, the house was destroyed by raging floods.
Du Shouhua used all his strength to push the two people into the lifeboat.
He himself was swept away by the flood and died heroically...
Xu Jie fell silent.
From his name and age, he could easily deduce that Du Shouhua, the martyr who died heroically to save the people from the monstrous flood, should be Du Yan's father.
He never expected that his student Du Yan would actually be a martyr queen!
Du Shouhua was only 34 years old when he died.
The rank of captain and the position of deputy battalion all show that he has a promising future.
But when faced with the raging floods, as a soldier and a soldier of the people, he did not flinch.
He fought until the last moment, until he was swept away by the flood and died heroically.
Du Yan was only 9 years old when he died.
A 9-year-old child lost his father.
Xu Jie couldn't imagine how big a blow his young mind must have suffered?
A 9-year-old child is no longer a babbling, toddler.
They have begun to gradually form their own ideas.
At such a critical time, such a tragic thing happened.
Xu Jie only felt that it was extremely difficult for his student Du Yan's temperament not to change drastically due to this.
What's even more commendable is that he actually had the idea of following in his father's footsteps and wanted to join the army.
Not everyone in Du Yan's position would make such a choice like him.
There is no doubt about this.
It is human nature to be greedy for life and afraid of death.
But some people are able to hold their heads high and move forward indomitably when facing death.
Xu Jie looked at the photo displayed in the Martyrs Memorial Hall.
Some are old and blurry, while others are still brand new.
Chinese civilization has a long history and is everlasting. Isn’t it precisely the succession of ordinary but great people one after another that created this legend in the history of human civilization?
Xu Jie walked to Du Yan's side and comforted him softly.
"He is like a beacon, lighting the way for you."
"I believe he will be proud of you."
The movement here attracted the attention of other students in Class 9.
There were many smart children in the class. They looked at Du Yan, Teacher Xu, and the deeds on the wall, and quickly deduced the truth of the matter.
As long as one person infers it, the classmates will all know it in a whisper.
It turns out that Du Yan, a man who always had an upright posture, walked like a soldier, and made every quilt in his dormitory look like tofu cubes, actually had such a touching story behind him.
It turned out that his father was such a brave and great people's soldier.
There are a few emotional girls who started to shed tears after knowing the truth.
Lu Junwu, who was usually close to Du Yan, Zhang Yang, his roommate in dormitory 403, and other classmates gathered around Du Yan one by one, giving him silent comfort.
Many classmates know that Du Yan has always wanted to be a soldier.
But until today, they didn't know why Du Yan wanted to be a soldier.
Du Yan's father is a real hero.
He also wants to be like his father, a hero who protects the great rivers and mountains at his feet.
Such lofty ambitions are admired by the students.
Du Yan always wanted to hold back from crying, but as strong as he was, when he saw this wall of deeds again, his psychological defense suddenly collapsed.
Everyone present did not know that when this wall of deeds was created, he was only 11 years old at the scene.
That was the first time he saw the white wall with his father's photo hanging on it and recording his father's deeds.
Today, 6 years later, this is the second time.
Yes, Du Yan never walked into this Martyrs Memorial Hall again in 6 years!
Every year during Tomb Sweeping Day, he would go to his father’s tombstone with his mother.
But he never visited the wall of deeds in the Martyrs Memorial Hall.
In elementary school, junior high school, and freshman year of high school, whenever the school organized students to visit the martyrs' cemetery to pay homage, Du Yan would not participate in the school's tomb-sweeping activities, citing physical discomfort.
Until today.
This has always been a hurdle that Du Yan was unwilling to cross.
In the past, although he looked strong and courageous, he never really mustered up the courage to break through this barrier.
Until today.
With the comfort of Teacher Xu and the comfort of my classmates, in front of this wall of my father’s deeds.