The party is in my heart

Qingming went back to his hometown to visit relatives, and my aunt gave me a wooden pistol. I was so happy to forget that I played a game of snoring with my friends in the bamboo forest. When I was holding high wooden pistols, preparing to represent the people's representative party, and shooting three traitors in the partner, Amao came back from the mountain. Amao came close to me and smiled and pulled my hand and asked: "You are enlightened. The grandson of Kun family?" "En."
A Maoye sat on the edge and found a stone to sit down, took out a bag of sweat and smoke from his body, and pulled it up. His eyes kept looking at the top of a hill full of purple lilac. The old man still knows how to appreciate flowers! "Amao, do you like lilac flowers?" Amao did not answer me, knocked his smoky bag and said, "Grandpa tells a story to you."
The long river of memory slowly opened.
May 23, 1944. When the day was just bright, I heard the roar of the devil plane. Under the leadership of Fu Binran, head of the Chinese National Pioneer Group, we evacuated the people in the village and entered the fighting state.
I and Dong Shuiyin from the same village are brothers who grew up together. We joined the army and joined the party together. After the battle started, one of our infantry battalions quietly went to the Wuyou Bamboo Garden and wanted to give a sudden attack behind the devil. Playing guerrilla is our long term. The terrain on the mountain is more familiar than the devil. At that time, I always felt that as long as I went up the mountain, the devil was the thing in our bag. However, I found out that I was wrong that day. Waiting for us in the Wuzhu Bamboo Garden is actually a devil of a brigade. The last grenade, the last bullet, the soldiers used the body to resist the devil's footsteps, and even the bamboo around them were used as weapons, just to drag the enemy, let the villagers and the wounded and sick have time to transfer. The time the heads gave us was one hour, but when we were close to an hour, only five of us in a camp were still alive. It is time to retreat. Dong Shuiyin was injured. He had a gun in his arms and legs. I gave him a simple wrap and carried him to Poe Ling. The devils chased after each other, and the distance from our five people was getting closer and closer. Dong Shuiyin struggled to break my back and said to me: "A Mao, go, I will drag you down," but how do I May drop him, I insisted on going back to him, I did not expect that he took out the only one hand grenade and said: "A Mao, the war will sooner or later win, live well, help me see more after the victory China"
Long live the Communist Party of China! Then the sound of a grenade explosion. I cried, and said that the man had tears and did not flick, but he was not sad. The ground of the lilac flower is the place where the mercury is sacrificed.
In 1949, New China was established.
In the early 1980s, China opened the southern gate, and a spring breeze blew across the north and south.
In 1997, Hong Kong, which had been invaded by Britain for many years, returned to the embrace of the motherland.
In 1999, Macao also returned.
In 2008, China also held the Olympic Games.
I am alive, I have witnessed the growth of New China with my eyes, the Mercury brothers, you can rest in peace. A Mao said to himself.

The word of the party is sacred and solemn, but children like our generation who grew up in the warm sunshine cannot be as empathy as the older generation. The party seems to be very close to us, and it seems to be very far away. When I am 3 years old, I will sing without the Communist Party. I will not have a new China. When I am 8 years old, I will enter the school and wear a red scarf. The future of China is ours. We will try our best to learn the skills and be ready to take over. Shameful warfare, predecessors do not forget, the teacher of the aftermath.

The third grade of Xixing Experimental National Small Class in Binjiang District, Hangzhou, Zhejiang, China: Chen Hanyang