Shortly after my father died, he never said that he couldn't put down his desk until he died. I bathed my father and combed my body. My mother said that he had never been so kind in his life. Father lay quietly in bed, and he finally calmed down. His impetuous and violent heart all his life is indeed as my mother said. My father has never been so kind to him and even smiled, but it was not because of me that he finally learned to smile.

I am calm, and so is my mother. How much have you seen in recent years?

I asked my mother, "Mom, I asked my father a word before. I asked him if he was proud of me. "

My mother looked at my father, and I knew that peace had restored peace, and her heart and life had gone with the person who accompanied me all my life. My mother said, "Did you ask before you went to war? He said it as soon as you left. We didn't know you had gone to war until the war was over. "

"What did Dad say?"

"Your father always said that."

I gently kissed my father's quiet forehead. I went out to pick up the broom and the ground fell again. I bent down and began to sweep the floor. I stand up straight, my hands and face are like bark on a bad door. I was over eighty years old, when I was ten years old. I straightened up and looked at the foggy worse gate in the distance. I never told anyone again, but I always thought that the lingering clouds on the top of the mountain were the souls of 3 thousand people, just like my head.

After sweeping the floor, I picked up the vegetable basket and put the change in the plastic bag. I'm fine, but I don't need crutches. Although I'm lame, the old man is always slow. This yard is the house where Mi Long, his wife and their children used to live. Now it is crowded with people. My grandson threw a small wild fruit at me from the window of the room where Mi Long once lived. I picked it up and pretended to take a bite, and then made an old face with sour teeth, but I didn't have teeth, but he smiled happily.

After sweeping the floor at ten o'clock, I must go shopping for cheap food. My mother has been reunited with my father underground, and the dog meat was left by him when he was fourteen. Later, I had a home and a job. Later, I retired, my children had children, and my children also had children, which was very good. The old man just looked at the children and was very happy.

After nagging, I have to go shopping. I want to buy food. I squatted on the vegetable pole by the bridge to pick up small dishes. No vegetable vendor will like this way of selection. I just pretended not to hear their nagging. You have to cross the bridge to buy cheap food. I walked across this bridge, which was originally built in Yu Xiaoqing, and was later overturned. I'm asking the price, and I'm paying the price. Whether I want to see it or not, I must see a worse door.

Fresh vegetables are very fresh. I have to go home and put them in the pot while they are fresh. I got up, I left, and today I won a small victory. I bought fresh and cheap vegetables.

A car is stuck on the bridge and the driver is honking his horn. This car is very conspicuous, because half of the car is full of wreaths, while half of the car is empty, with only a chair, an old man and two escorts forced to accompany the car. I looked up and saw a century-old Yu Xiaoqing. He is still the same. He is a hundred years old, and he is still the same. I don't know where he came from, but it seems that he is very important in those guards.

Each wreath is written with the name of the biggest one and the one closest to him. My colonel's name is posted next to the two friends I have been ashamed of all my life and I have to face. I walked past his feet with my head down, and I listened as he eagerly asked his companion, "Are you really unable to find someone?" Can't you find someone I know? "I walked and laughed. I looked up and my smile was already blooming. I tried my best to make it calm.

I really want to laugh. I don't want to laugh. The old man doesn't look good when he smiles We all have our own homes, and now I'm going home to cook. So I left the car and went home to cook.

Extended data:

Brief introduction of my head and my regiment:

At the end of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, a group of defeated Kuomintang soldiers gathered in a shelter in the southwestern town of Changda. In recent years, the country has gradually declined, and their morale is low. They just want to drag out an ignoble existence. At this time, the Japanese army has approached the national border, intending to cut off China's contact with the outside world.

All kinds of people gathered in the shelter: Meng Fanle, Fan Long, Bula, Veterinary Doctor Hao, and so on. They muddle along, and they don't want to face their inner dream, that is, to fight the Japanese again and defeat them. Because they have no hope. They live like scum, living is almost the same as dying.

Teacher Yu Xiaoqing appeared, and he wanted to rebuild the Sichuan Legion. But what really ignited this group of people's fighting spirit was Long Wen, who laughed and denounced, and did not hesitate to use the next three abusive means. Long Zhangwen became their leader, rekindled the fighting spirit of these scum, and turned them into people who dared to die.

These people knew from the beginning that their fate was the fate of cannon fodder, and they were faced with a war that was almost certain to die. So far, this is the only novel about the Chinese Expeditionary Force worthy of the word "Chinese Expeditionary Force".

Lenin commented on Gorky's mother and said, "This is a timely book." Today, when we especially need confidence in the future, this book can also afford such an evaluation.