Martyr Fang Zhimin, I want to hold your hand. In prison, you overcame all kinds of unimaginable difficulties with amazing perseverance and tenacious will, and wrote a patriotic swan song with your life. In the manuscript of130,000 words, I can appreciate your determination that "the Soviet Union can save China and the revolution will surely win the final victory". You came from the rural areas of Jiangxi with faith, lived a life of "poverty and simplicity" all your life, but shouted "You have to shout for China for one day to live"; Although you are the chairman of the military and political Committee, you refused your mother's request for money; Although you are trapped in a dark and cold cage, your heart is full of the beautiful vision of "lovely China".
Maybe your hand is pale and emaciated because of lung disease, maybe your hand has a cocoon because of holding a pen and a gun rod, but I still want to hold your hand tightly and write down my high respect and infinite gratitude to every revolutionary hero.
Grandpa Wu, I want to hold your hand. When I was young, I was determined to study to save the country, and I kept going forward. Your hand is the hand that used to hold the scalpel accurately, the hand filled with strong alcohol smell, the hand contaminated by scientific research reagents, or the hand that must be rubbed first to see a doctor. Your position is on the operating table to save your courage and reputation; From the ward to the podium, you connect the past and the future, and the peaches and plums are fragrant. The vast starry sky is more beautiful because of the "martial asteroid".
Maybe your hand is covered with indelible drug stains, maybe your handwriting is full of vicissitudes, but I still want to hold your hand and feel the hope and motivation it brings to patients.
Sister Huang Wenxiu, I want to hold your hand. Your hand used to shake hands with philosophers in the ocean of learning, and your hand used to draw the road from the countryside to the city, but now you have walked back to the mountains. Your hand is a hand with the fragrance of earth, and it is a hand that holds up the happiness and beauty of the whole village. In the battle against poverty, it was the poor people who recalled you and gave you new responsibilities and missions, but you left too early and passed away in the most beautiful years.
Ma Jie, a first-class hero crossing the river, Chai Yunzhen, a first-class combat hero of the Volunteers, a national poverty alleviation model, and a hero who defends the country and defends the border. ...
I want to hold these hands tightly and walk with them into the next century.
About the author: Xie Wei (instructor Yang Yuxian), a student of Class KLOC-0/907 in Zhuzhou No.1 Middle School, Hunan Province.