Wo Xia' an enjoys a cool dream, and his life will always be "rice and Liang". Yuan Lao, have a good trip. inscription
The wind roared, and the rain dripped on the ground, just like laying a silver carpet on the ground. Weave a big gray net for the blue sky. The dark clouds that cover the sky cover the dazzling sun, the gloomy sky, the boundless dark clouds and the empty earth. Everything is gray, dark and silent!
On may 22nd, 20021year 13: 07, grandpa Yuan Longping died of multiple organ failure in Changsha at the age of 9 1. Everything seems so far away, but so close, a generation of great men has passed away.
/kloc-at about 0: 00, the hearse drove out of the hospital, and the citizens who heard the news and came to see me off gathered on the roadside. The driver stopped to whistle and people held flowers on their chests. The sad expression was beyond words, and they wailed and shouted, "Grandpa Yuan, have a good trip!"
When Grandpa Yuan was seriously ill, he was still obsessed with whether his rice was good or not. Rice, a dream he pursued all his life, is just a dream to keep everyone away from hunger. People are iron, rice is steel, and a meal is not hungry. In order to feed the people of China, Grandpa Yuan devoted his life. His life was brilliant, respectable and unpretentious.
Grandpa Yuan's life was separated from hybrid rice from the end, and the full golden ears of rice seemed to be his children. I have worked hard for them all my life, but I have no regrets, because they are heroes who feed the world and ordinary treasures. Grandpa Yuan Longping once said that scientific exploration is endless. On this long and arduous road, he has always had two dreams, one is to enjoy the cool under the grain, and the other is to cover the whole world with hybrid rice.
The dream has not yet come true, and the old man who refuses to give up has already left first. Grandpa Yuan, your dream has not come true. How can you go on like this? Grandpa Yuan, you often say that you are in your seventies, your body is in your fifties, your mind is in your twenties and your muscles are elastic. You are so optimistic, how can you leave without saying goodbye?
You should be "self-reliant" when you enter the annual exam, but you have been struggling in the front line of scientific research, but it seems that you are overwhelmed, so you set yourself goals every year. Although time is tight, time is ruthless. Your ambition is that the spirit of the old horse has inspired generation after generation.
You sacrificed yourself, satisfied the world, changed the years and changed the world. You will always be among the stars in the sky, and your figure will not disappear in the long river of history. The moon has ups and downs, and people have joys and sorrows. Now I don't believe this sentence. I hope the news of your death is a rumor.
Come as fast as the wind, go as fast as the ground, crystal tears fall from the corner of my eye, and Yuan Lao's familiar figure reappears in front of me. Yuan Lao, bon voyage!