"Camouflage version" me and my parents: with the advice of my parents, they waded out a new road
2021-12-08
Tell me the story of "me and my parents" Write in front He is a soldier, riding a horse to raise a knife, protecting the flag with his body, and interpreting the great righteousness of his family and country with his youth dedication; As a "poet", he wrote an unspeakable "poem" in children's sky with the most burst flame and the most stagnant smoke; He is a trendsetter of the times. He cuts through thorns and thorns and explores the way ahead with an adventurous spirit... They have a common identity - father. Some time ago, the main theme film "me and my parents" was popular, which aroused the young generation's attention to the struggle experience of their parents. In the fleeting shadow of the parents, there is the same wonderful and romantic, which is not only mutual trust and mutual achievements in family affection, but also intergenerational value recognition and spiritual inheritance. Mountains and rivers are intact, and fireworks are common. Inspired by the spirit of their parents, latecomers pursue their glory and dreams on the new stage and battlefield. Next, please look at the "camouflage version" of the story between me and my parents. Ten years to pursue your dreams, just to pursue your footsteps ■ Jia Yuxiang, platoon leader of a transportation brigade of the Tibet Military Region The picture on the left shows his father Jia shuantang and the picture on the right shows Jia Yuxiang. Stepping into the camp gate and changing into camouflage, I carefully put my father's photo in the deepest pocket, and silently said to my father, "Dad, my son, like you, has become a car soldier on the Sichuan Tibet line." My father Jia shuantang has left us for 10 years. In my memory, my father spent very little time with me. Once in a while, when my family got together on weekends, he would tell me the story of Erlang mountain. He said that if you have time, you must take my mother and I to Erlang mountain to see the scenery of Laba river. My father joined the army in 1984. At that time, Erlang Mountain had no tunnel. On a plateau transportation mission, my father drove a transport vehicle full of materials on a mountain road. There was a light rain under Erlang mountain, and the road up the mountain became muddy and slippery. Suddenly, with a "Chi" sound, the transport vehicle slowly climbing the slope stumbled. Father knew that the right rear wheel had a flat tire. He quickly clenched the steering wheel. At this time, a car came oncoming. My father made way for the car while releasing the brake and let the transport car stop smoothly. Looking at the cliff beside him, my father felt a chill on his back. After changing the tires and catching up with the team, they were forced to stop again due to the landslide in front of them. When the team successfully crossed Erlang mountain to Luding County, it was the afternoon of the next day. The Sichuan Tibet line witnessed his father's entire military career. In the summer of 2011, my father died of illness. My mother and I sorted out my father's relics and found many medals he had won during his lifetime. Those shining meritorious medals describe my father's past glory, and a seed of joining the army and serving the country is deeply buried in my heart. At the end of the college entrance examination in 2015, I filled in the military academy in all volunteer columns. When I was about to graduate from the military academy, I submitted an application to the team, hoping to return to the Sichuan Tibet line where my father had fought and become a car soldier. In October this year, I boarded the transport vehicle for the first time and followed the rolling vehicle to Tibet. After passing Ya'an, on the unimpeded highway, I looked at the road signs, feeling more and more excited. Erlang mountain, which my father often said, was in front of me. Today's Sichuan Tibet line is not what it used to be. Starting from Ya'an to Luding, my father took two days. With the opening of ya'an-kang expressway, it now takes only two hours. After passing Erlang mountain, there is a dreamlike scenery in front of us: under the blue sky and white clouds, azaleas are in full bloom all over the mountains, and colorful flower clusters are like colorful hada, dedicated to guests from afar. When the beauty of my father's mouth appeared in front of me, I couldn't help wetting my eyes. This land haunted by my father has also become my concern. Like my father in those years, I am determined to sprinkle my youth on the Sichuan Tibet line, engrave my loyalty on the snowy plateau, and continue to pursue my father's dream. (finished by Gan Yadong) Charge, in another "battlefield" ■ Chen Tingting, director of disease prevention and Control Department of the 901 Hospital of the joint logistics support force On the left, Chen Tingting is on the right, and his father Chen Xiangzhen is on the right. "Don't forget that you are a descendant of soldiers, and you should rush ahead in the face of the task!" since last year, my disease prevention and control department has received and implemented many batches of epidemic prevention and control, vaccination and other tasks. Whenever I was too tired to hold on to my work, I would think of my father's advice when I joined the army. I was born into a military family. Grandpa Chen Tianyuan threw himself into the revolution at the age of 14 and successively participated in the decisive battle of Huangqiao and the battle of Laiwu. In the Laiwu campaign, Grandpa was hit by a shell and seriously injured. He became a class III class a disabled soldier. In the early 1960s, the country was facing serious economic difficulties. Grandpa resolutely turned over the disability certificate to the organization as party expenses, saying that he would no longer receive disability subsidies. In 1978, before his grandfather died, he made a will: children should rely on themselves and don't forget that they are the descendants of soldiers; It is not allowed to burn incense and paper money; In response to the national initiative, the remains were cremated. When my father Chen Xiangzhen rushed home from the army, my grandfather was in a deep coma. Later, he saw grandpa's last words from the obituary and transcribed them in his notebook to spur himself. In 1979, when the border war began, my father wrote a bloody letter to ask for war. As a transporter, he was responsible for front-line material supply and support. Once, my father and his comrades in arms drove deep into the enemy territory for reconnaissance. Facing the sweeping fire, my father grasped the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator and led his comrades in arms to break through successfully. His father was awarded third class merit for his outstanding performance. In peacetime, no matter what position he was in, his father was conscientious, won the third class merit six times and was commended many times. In 2005, before reaching the retirement age, he obeyed the overall situation and took the initiative to apply for retirement. After that, he actively devoted himself to national defense education and was successively commended as an excellent preacher of "red oral history" and "the most beautiful retired soldier" by Hefei City, Anhui Province. Influenced by my father, I chose to join the army after graduating from high school. At the beginning of last year, a sudden epidemic put me on the "battlefield". In the anti epidemic front line, my comrades in arms and I took the initiative to give up holidays and vacations, and do a good job in infection prevention and control, disinfection and anti-virus and epidemic material support in the camp. At the same time, I standardized the pre inspection and triage of outpatient and emergency departments and outpatient treatment of fever, and carried out the publicity and education of sense control knowledge and prevention and control knowledge. My comrades in arms and I also carried out door-to-door services for the system troops and veterans, and launched convenient services such as noon appointment, night delay, holidays and so on. Each generation has its mission, and each generation has its responsibility. Facing the test of the times, only by bravely undertaking the mission can we live up to our father's ardent expectations and the military. (compiled by Hao Donghong and Cao Feng) I took my father's "anti flood sandbag" ■ Zheng Wanlong, Cadet of the army artillery Air Defense Academy The second row on the left shows father Zheng Liang on the right and Zheng Wanlong on the right. In March 1990, my father Zheng Liang came to serve in a unit in Liaoning from rural Anhui and worked in Northeast China for 27 years. My father said that at that time, the army was in difficult conditions. They lived in bungalows and slept in all-round shops. In winter, their hands and feet were frostbitten and swollen like steamed bread, but no one complained and tired. I grew up in a military camp, but I didn't spend much time with my father. Mother always said, "your father is a good soldier, and I support him whatever he does." talking about his father's experience in fighting the flood, mother choked. In August 1998, Sanjiang was in an emergency. At the command, my father, as a company instructor, had no time to say a word to his mother, so he led the officers and men of the whole company to pack up and set out. First railway transportation, then motorization, they rushed to the flood fighting front line of Songhua River overnight. The company led by his father is mainly responsible for the rescue task of Gaoyi pump station, the "first danger of Longjiang". In the face of the raging flood, my father took the lead to rush up, carrying sandbags, driving piles, blocking piping and building bridges. After more than 20 hours of hard work, the cofferdam was finally closed. Father sprained his ankle on that mission. He endured the pain and fought with his comrades in arms in plaster. In the year of college entrance examination, I was successfully admitted to China University of mining and technology. The night I received the admission notice, I told my father, "I want to be a soldier and become a soldier like you." my father patted me on the shoulder and said, "son, good job, I support you!" In September 2016, I put on my military uniform as I wished. At the moment I left home, my father told me: "soldiers are born to wear military uniforms for war, dedication and national defense. You should shoulder the responsibility and mission of protecting your country." I kept my father's instructions firmly in mind. Whether it was queue training or live shooting, I kept breaking through myself. In my second year in the army, I was admitted to the Air Defense Academy of the army artillery, became a "quasi officer", and joined the party organization with honor. In 2017, due to the needs of military reform, my father put on the ribbon of glorious retirement. On the day he left the army, when he took off his rank, he burst into tears. I know that my father is very reluctant to give up his 27 year military career. After returning home, my father did not change his military character. As long as I go home on vacation, he always wants to run, shout slogans and sing military songs with me. He also says to everyone: "my son has also become a soldier and has been admitted to the military academy." In order to live up to my father's expectations, I am determined to eat more hardships, experience more trials, and be a good soldier like him. (sorted by Li Bao) Guarding the boundary pillar is my "family rule" ■ Xiong Guangze, militia boundary clerk of Maguan County, Yunnan Province The picture on the left shows a group photo of grandma and father, and the picture on the right shows Xiong Guangze. When I was a child, I didn't quite understand the meaning of boundary markers and border lines; When I grew up, I gradually understood the profound meaning of the saying "only when there is a country can there be a home, and guarding the border is guarding the home". Luojiaping village, Maguan County, Yunnan Province, where my family lives, is a Miao village, located at the foot of Luojiaping mountain. Luojiaping mountain is high-lying, overlooking Qingmen and other places in Vietnam, and its strategic position is very important. That year, the recovery war of Luojiaping mountain started here. Since my grandmother, I have been the third generation boundary clerk in the village. My grandmother's name is Xiang Zuodi. She is the first Miao female party member in the village. Because she was familiar with the border situation, in the 1950s, grandma became a glorious border clerk and led the villagers to guard the border. This is a whole half century. Later, I became grandma's "little tail", following her through mountains and rivers and through the jungle. After her grandmother died, her father, who was also a party member, became a boundary clerk. In September 1980, my father went to the mountain to collect herbs and found that the main peak of Luojiaping mountain was occupied by the enemy and was cutting trees and repairing fortifications. He quickly went down the mountain and informed the troops. After the recovery war of Luojiaping mountain, my father and the villagers sent water and food to the front-line soldiers three times a day. After that, my father joined the militia, took on various support tasks to support the front line, led the way for the army, transported the wounded and ammunition, cleaned the battlefield, etc. As the border becomes more and more secure and stable, more and more people in the village choose to go out to work. At that time, my aunt worked in Guangdong and constantly mobilized my father. My father was not excited. He said that only a country can have a home, and someone must stand on a good post. After my father died, I did not hesitate to assume the responsibility of guarding and consolidating the border. I became the third generation of boundary agent in my family and patrolled along boundary markers 188 to 193 every week. Only after the baptism of war can we understand the value of peace. In the past, villagers lived in Adobe houses, drank cellar water saved in rainy days, and lived a poor life without food
Edit：Luo yu Responsible editor：Wang er dong
Source：81.cn
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