There are some people we cannot forget, even if they are far away, and there are some spirits we cannot forget, even if they are called the past.

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Grandpa, this relative who is very familiar to many people is the greatest luxury for me. All impressions about him come from those two yellowed black-and-white photos and his father's vague memories. He is in father76477_6536

Grandpa’s short life was not a spectacular one, but it was by no means ordinary and bleak.

16At the age of 18, the war-torn era had just come to an end. He picked up his luggage and resolutely left the hometown where his ancestors lived and multiplied, with a determination that I still can't fathom. What no one expected was that the glance back before turning around would turn out to be the last time they saw their homeland.

Later, there may be difficulties of hard work, pain of hunger, and grievance of rejection...But nothing is known, Because he is accustomed to silence and has never mentioned it to anyone,Including grandma. I only know that he later became a member of the first navy of New China. The army was another destination in his life. He learned to write cool and powerful calligraphy and learned the exquisite driving skills of driving for the head of the army...All intelligence and talents were discovered and sublimated here, and he was soon promoted to captain. The head of the military region even wanted to send him to Malaysia for further study......

Everything seems to point to an infinitely bright future. However, at this moment, that is19588797_8867!Others advised him:The environment there is harsh,You are so thin,It’s better not to go. However, no matter how powerful the dissuasion is, how can it be worth the passion and heart of the motherland! It was an era that used actions to interpret collectivism and patriotism. It was an era that put the country on top of its head. It was an era with a heart so pure that people today are ashamed. In that fiery era, thousands of people like Grandpa faced this juncture and made the same choice---Get on the train bound for Northeast.

As one of the first to arrive, what Grandpa saw was endless sage grass and thousands of swamps. He heard thousands of poisonous mosquitoes buzzing outside the tent, and felt the desolation of hundreds of wild wolves howling for three days and nights.......

There, everything seems to be back to the ancient times, and everything has to start from scratch. On such a large farm, I endured unimaginable hardships and endured fatigue I had never experienced before, day after day, year after year, but I never lost the faith in my heart. However, overexertion still eroded his delicate body mercilessly, and his cough became more and more serious. This time the army issued a death order and transferred Grandpa to a local place as the director of the factory. Watching the earing of the rice planted by himself, watching the waves of wheat rolling in the distance, watching the sleeping gull bathing in the shower gel, the white clouds intoxicated, looking at this place that records his moist youth and dreams, no matter how much he is reluctant to let go, he can only hide it in his heart.

During the more than a year he worked in the factory, riding an old bicycle to work was his unshakable routine. In the pocket of my grandfather’s coat, there was still a small glass bottle. When riding, he would stop every step of the way and take out the small glass bottle to hold the coughed up blood. He coughed all the way while riding, and when he arrived at the factory, the small bottle was full. In this way, he silently resisted the wanton attack of late-stage tuberculosis and passed through the last spring and autumn of his life.

“The soul of the moon will never die in the sky, and Jianxi will go to sea without returning anything.” When my grandfather’s coffin was transported back to his hometown for burial, the people in the village couldn’t believe it: Could it be that this was the quiet young man who had become like this after not seeing him for more than ten years? His elegant appearance in Tsing Yi on the stage seemed like it happened yesterday. Why did he go to heaven when he left? People wiped their tears silently, as if they were afraid of disturbing this young man who was accustomed to being quiet......

If time could go back in time, my biggest dream would be to go back to that era, to my grandfather, and to hear with my own ears what sound he made when he called me by my nickname......

Postscript: I wrote these plain words not to praise any one person, but as a reminder, a kind of commemoration, a kind of pursuit, and a kind of calling. Grandpa is just one of thousands of passionate young people, but what we need to remember is that entire generation, those days of material scarcity but spiritual warmth, and the greatest legends they created.

In an era like ours where personal desires are rapidly expanding, I am horrified to feel the loss of morality and lack of faith on a certain level. I bring up old things again, just to look back at that era of simplicity and sincerity, and to remind everyone that this country once had such a group of people that we sincerely admire. I am willing to use my hands to touch the fiery red warmth beyond my ability, in an attempt to warm the increasingly cold world.

There are some people we cannot forget, even if they are far away; there are some spirits we cannot forget, even if they are called the past.