Praise the dedication of poetry

"bloody dusk" bloody dusk, smoke rolling. The head of the 56th Division of the Japanese Army has cut off the Burma International Passage, occupied the west bank of the Nujiang River, and exchanged fire with the national army along Huitong Bridge. Hundreds of thousands of troops from China and Japan have set out for a decisive battle. The Nujiang River is in danger, and Kunming is in danger. The whole home front felt the coming war. On the muddy road less than 50 kilometers away from Huitong Bridge, five heavy trucks came. In the first car, there was a bearded man in the uniform of a major. Two hours ago, he received an order from the headquarters of the group army: at all costs, send ammunition and food to the south highland of Huitong Bridge. Here, the Geng Zhenhua division of the national army has run out of ammunition and food. One division can't hit a regiment. All the officers and men have not eaten a bite for four days. The soldiers couldn't even carry their guns, and they were ordered to hold on for another 24 hours and sacrifice one soldier. If Huitong Bridge is not guaranteed, the Nujiang defense line will be destroyed, and the consequences will be unimaginable. The truck bounced wildly on the highway and rushed forward. Major bearded was armed with a light machine gun and his eyes were red. As a leader, he knows what will happen if he is an hour late. What should not have happened happened. The first truck plunged into the crater and stalled. The next four trucks were also forced to stop. The road ahead is full of bullet holes. The officers and men in the car got off the bus, ran to fill the crater with stones and pushed the cart, panting with fatigue. That is, at this time, many hungry people gathered in the four fields and timidly turned around the truck. I don't know who shouted: There are white buns on the car! Suddenly, the hungry people in the field cheered like a shot in the arm and shouted and rushed into the carriage to grab the steamed bread! Major Bearded rushed to the front of the robbed car with a light machine gun in his hand, his mouth twitched and his eyes were dripping with blood. He gritted his teeth and pointed the machine gun at the hungry people, only to hear the bolt crash. The officers and men riding on the car surrounded the hungry people with guns. Just then, Major Bearded stared straight at the rear of the car and then closed his eyes painfully. At the rear of the car, a 12-year-old girl was so hungry that her eyes were sunken, covered with skin and bones, and she was clutching a steamed bun with dirty hands, biting a steamed bun in her mouth, covering half of her thin face, and her eyes looked at Major Beard with horror and pity. Major bearded was shaking all over, and two pictures flashed alternately in front of him: one was a hungry brother of the national army who was desperately fighting with the devil; On the one hand, it is an unarmed, hungry little girl with only one breath! He dropped his machine gun, knelt down in front of the hungry people and punched him on the head: "Folks, the brothers guarding the Nujiang River in front have not eaten for four days. They are fighting the devil on an empty stomach! You ... "The fields were suddenly silent, and everyone was like a stone carving. The little girl moved timidly to Major Beard, handed the steamed bread in her hand to Major Beard, and then took it out of her mouth and handed it up: "Uncle, I didn't know these steamed bread were sent to the front. I took a bite of this steamed bread. Please don't dislike it. Ask them to kill more devils when they are full ...? "Beard picked up the little girl and nodded. He put his face on the little girl's face: "What's your name?" The little girl replied weakly, "My name is You Xiaocui." Beard said trembling: "Good sister, when we defeat the devil, I will definitely let you eat white buns and let you eat enough, okay?" The little girl nodded laboriously with a childish smile on her face. All the hungry people silently put the steamed bread in their hands back to the car at this time. Then with my last strength, I picked up the stones that filled the pit ... The team finally roared and rushed towards the Nujiang River ... A week later, Major Bearded and Mr. Geng Zhenhua came to the place where the car was trapped. Major Bearded is carrying a small bag of steamed bread, and Mr. Geng is also holding a steamed bread, a yellow and white steamed bread, with a gap. They are looking for a little girl named You Xiaocui. An old lady led them to a new small grave bag. The old lady said, "There are seven people in her family. She was the last one to die. She starved to death three days ago! " "Major Bearded and Mr. Geng knelt down heavily in front of the new grave. Harsh gunfire was accompanied by a howl: "Sister Xiaocui, all China soldiers will avenge you! Japanese, China people will never die! Thirty-four years later, before he died, a general of the National Army Uprising took out a cracked, yellow-colored dry steamed bun and said, "Tell the story of this steamed bun to … young people …".

Zhou Enlai.

The 305 Hospital of the People's Liberation Army located in Jinwen Street has two spacious wards. One set was for President Mao Zedong, who didn't stay. The other group has a permanent representative, who is the Prime Minister of Zhou Enlai who I have been paying close attention to for a long time. 1One day in May, 975, Premier Zhou asked the medical staff around him as he walked, "Honestly, how long can I hold on?" The medical staff suddenly froze, smiled and tried to prevaricate with a few words of easy comfort. ? Premier Zhou looked up at the sky, as if facing up to the mysterious death, and suddenly smiled frankly. ? He gradually put away his smile and put on a serious look: "You must tell me the truth about my illness at any time, because there is still a lot of work to be done." A layer of tears rose sharply in the eyes of medical staff: "Prime Minister, what do you want us to say? Premier Zhou's face gradually recovered an indistinguishable little smile, and he said slowly, "Well, needless to say. " ? 1June, 975, Premier Zhou resolutely refused all the doctors' advice and dragged his sick body to attend the ceremony of laying the ashes of Marshal He Long. After signing, he went to the lounge. At the door, he shouted, "Xue Ming, Xue Ming! He Long's widow Xue Ming looked up and shouted, "Prime Minister! "Premier Zhou ran up, his hands clenched, tears streaming down his face, and his body trembled with sadness." Xue Ming, I didn't protect him ... "Tears welled up in my eyes. ? He Long's daughter clasped Premier Zhou's hand and said, "Uncle Zhou, take care." Premier Zhou looked at her silently for a while and said quietly, "I don't have much time. " ? This heartbreaking sigh once again attracted sad voices. ? 1976 65438+1At about 8 am on October 8, Gao Xiao came to take over as usual. After a brief handover, I'm leaving. At the door, I looked back at our prime minister as usual. ? He is still sleeping. Alas, he has slept too little in his life, too little! In normal years, the prime minister can sleep for 4 hours a day; However, in the past 10 years, the world was in chaos, and the prime minister could only sleep for two or three hours a day. What do you mean by wholeheartedly? What do you mean, try your best? What do you mean, day and night, tireless? As long as you are with the Prime Minister, everything will be clear. "Lao zhang! Lao Zhang! "Gao Xiao came in like a whirlwind. His face turned pale and his voice trembled with his eyes. "The prime minister and the prime minister are not good! "I like being shocked, jumped up from paralysis, quickly squat down. After going downstairs, I saw only a few experts and doctors standing in front of Premier Zhou's bed, and another two dozen doctors had stepped back slightly and stood around silently. ? I rushed to Premier Zhou's bed and grabbed his hand. "Prime minister, prime minister! "I cried, but my palm obviously felt his fingers cold, so fast, so suddenly. I panicked, touched, and wanted to warm back and pass on my heat and blood. However, in an instant, the prime minister's palm was cold, and it quickly cooled to his arm like a low tide. I cried impatiently, "doctor, doctor, what's the matter?" " ? Dr. Zhang shook his head heavily and sighed in despair: "Oh, I can't ..." The world was silent! I have never encountered such a scene. I was at a loss and looked around. I can't speak for a long time, but my heart is bleeding. ? Suddenly, I saw a circle of drooping heads. I cried, and everyone put down their sadness. " Prime minister-! "

Qian Xuesen1955 September 17, a cruise ship from San Francisco to Hong Kong docked at the port of Los Angeles. A middle-aged China couple, with a pair of children, hurried onto the deck. The middle-aged man let out a long sigh when the ship slowly left the port and headed for the sea. -He's going home! For this return trip, he has been preparing for six years! His name is Qian Xuesen. Six years ago, he received a letter from a friend, and learned that the motherland had undergone earth-shaking changes, and a new China was stirring in his mother's womb. The future leader of this country hopes that he can return to the motherland as soon as possible! Similarly, this is his father's wish. Father-a person he loves very much. When we broke up, Qian Xuesen had a heated argument with him. 1In August, 935, Qian Xuesen went to the United States for further study, intending to study space theory; But my father insisted: we must learn aircraft manufacturing technology. Qian Xuesen told his father that only by mastering the space theory can he surpass the West. Father said: Theory can't save China! Ten years later, the stern and kind father finally understood his son's meaning: What his son wanted was not just a skill to support his family, but to surpass foreign powers and become China! Yes, in Qian Xuesen's mind, the smoke of the Sino-Japanese War has not dispersed, the pain of Yuanmingyuan is still in my heart, the sound of guns is still lingering in my ears, and the blood of Nanjing is still flowing in my dreams ... The country is weak and poor, the war is chaotic, the disaster is deep, and I hope to rise! Come on! 30-year-old Qian Xuesen received a doctorate in aviation and mathematics and became a world-class aviation mechanic. Qian Xuesen, 36, became the youngest tenured professor at MIT. Qian Xuesen, 40, is also a consultant to the Air Force Advisory Group of the US Department of Defense and the US Naval Research Institute. However, "being in Cao Cao and being in Han", the proud son of science, does not belong to the United States! He stood on the deck overlooking the disappearing island of Temina. Qian Xuesen spent a dark and humiliating 15 days in the prison room of that island. 15 days later, his wife went to pick him up. He looks like a skeleton and has lost weight 15 kg. He stopped talking, and he expressed his deepest anger with silence! -The country that erected the Statue of Liberty on the east coast imprisoned a child who only longed for freedom to return to his parents on the west coast! Why? An American general replied, "No matter where he is, he is worth five marine divisions." He would rather kill him than let him go. " An American scientist said, "If the United States loses Qian Xuesen, it will be an incalculable loss." Science has no national boundaries, but scientists have their own motherland. (firmly) He doesn't belong to America! The cruise ship sailed into the high seas, and there was a thick night over the Pacific Ocean. Qian Xuesen thought: On the other side of the earth, the dawn is rising. -there, is your motherland! The sail of his life rises there, and the source of his strength comes from that direction. Just over two months ago, the cigarette case containing Qian Xuesen's urgent help crossed the ocean and flew to the hands of * * * and Premier Zhou Enlai: "I am in prison, and my wish to visit relatives and friends is hard to come true, and my dream of returning home to serve the motherland is hard to come true ... Please help me go home." Zhou Enlai was angry: "Well, this is irrefutable evidence. See what reason they have to prevent China students from returning to China! " At the negotiating table, cigarette paper silenced opponents who clamored for "democracy, freedom and human rights". -That cigarette paper (proudly) became the first "rocket" made by rocket expert Qian Xuesen for the motherland, and the "launcher" of this rocket is his dear motherland! On the day when Qian Xuesen left the United States, the Pasadena Morning Post printed a banner title in extra large font-"Rocket expert Qian Xuesen returned to red China today"; 2 1 day later, Xinhua News Agency sent a telegram to the world with a striking title: "Qian Xuesen arrived in Guangzhou". A long whistle! Tears welled up in his eyes: (almost shouting) "I'm back! My motherland! ! ! "When Qian Xuesen left Los Angeles, an American scholar said a meaningful sentence:" Qian Xuesen never returned to China to plant apple trees. " When Qian Xuesen arrived in Guangzhou, an American strategist made a real prediction: "Because of Qian Xuesen's return, the' two bombs and one satellite' of red China was advanced by half a century".