My father's name is Yang Zhenbiao, who is a War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. The old revolution to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea crossed the river, and survived bravely from the dead in the war-torn years.
At the end of 1954, after returning from the war to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea, he returned to the army station in Jimo County, Shandong Province, where he served as the deputy company commander of the reconnaissance company. As an old man in his late thirties, finding a wife and starting a family became a long-standing problem for the army veterans at that time. At that time, Leslie Cheung, director of the League Political Department, tried his best to find a partner for his comrades in the army. Let more military wives come to the military camp. That's when my mother came into my father's field of vision and wrote down their love and romantic history.
My mother was only 2 years old, and she was a beautiful, young and positive girl. My grandmother had only two daughters, so she needed to find an honest soldier to be her son-in-law. Director Zhang and grandma are landlords, so dad is the best candidate. Mom and dad have actually met twice, and they are completely arranged by their parents, so they have no chance to get along alone. In this way, the parents, who are 9 years apart, walked into the marriage hall in a daze. Mother was angry when she recalled her wedding.
It was March 1955, when my 2-year-old mother wore a bright red cotton-padded coat and was surrounded by four sisters who saw her off, and came to the wedding scene of the company at that time. The soldiers of the whole company cheered and congratulated the company commander, drank large bowls of meat, and the auditorium was full of singing and dancing. All the four sisters who saw her off were drunk, and the groom and father were drunk by the soldiers for three days. Mom's wedding night was on Dad's wedding night. In this way, the love of parents began. Later, my father's independent company was stationed in Aoshanwei, Jimo County, and their love was heating up. My sister and brother were born here, and the military camp became their unforgettable cradle of childhood.
in 1962, in response to the party's call, a large number of army commanders and soldiers came to Xinjiang to start the arduous process of stationing troops and guarding the border. "Upstairs and downstairs, lights and telephones, cattle and sheep are everywhere wanting to eat and kill casually ..." Perhaps it was a beautiful dream that deeply touched countless young people at that time, and my father and many comrades resolutely took the train to the west. Although he broke his promise to be a son-in-law, he fulfilled the duty of serving the motherland as a soldier, and he also wrote the legend of building Xinjiang with his own song of life.
When he and the soldiers who went to Xinjiang took a few days by train and bus, he came to the Liberation Third Field and now the 25th regiment. He was shocked by the harsh environment, slept in the cave, drank a bowl of rice and half a bowl of sand from the dam. The most ridiculous thing is that a house that plays bases is separated from three families, and all three families will hear it when they fart. A few clods were built, and a bed board made of Zhang Shu was laid on it, and wheat straw was the bed of a family of four at that time. I can't remember how many times the bed collapsed and how many wars there were in several families. Corn flour stirred beet dumplings, and fishy and smelly fish oil was used for cooking, which made the children at home seriously malnourished, and my brother got rickets in children. The difficulties didn't scare them, that is, they dug up the criss-crossing buildings with Kantuman, and pushed out fertile fields with trolleys, turning small trees into towering trees, and witnessed with sweat and life the clank of a generation of military reclamation people who dared to turn deserts into oases.
The hardest thing is that in the mid-197s, my father managed the animal husbandry production of the regimental farm and spent five months in the mountain pasture every year, while my mother had to take part in agricultural production and take care of five children at home. My mother was a strong person, but she was afraid of losing face to the revolutionary family and shouldering the burden of the family alone. They are still filial to their parents, and they send money to their grandparents in 3 yuan every month, preferring to make their own lives difficult rather than embarrass their parents. For the sake of children and their own beliefs, they silently bear all kinds of pressures and create a happy life with their hands.
When my father celebrated his 8th birthday, he smiled and said to his mother, "You and I have suffered a lot in my life, old woman, although we have bumped into each other. In fact, that is a kind of love! I don't think we've had enough. We'll spend it together in the next life. As a soldier, I can't take care of people, and I can't even cook a meal. You must live well and don't walk in front of me. "
Every family hopes that their marriage tree will last forever, and loving couples will be able to live in fly with me. But in reality, how much love can be together for a lifetime?
The sudden death of my father in 213 was unbearable for all of us. My mother is even more heartbroken. After 6 years of caring for each other, she didn't leave a word. She suffers from thromboangiitis and severe cardiovascular disease. She can't believe this is true, and she is even more afraid of her lonely life. My mother fantasizes about her father again and again. The good times of living together are like movies, and scenes are displayed in her mind. Mom kept nagging, "You dead old man, you walked so fast that you didn't even see the last side, and your heart was too cruel." Life will continue, and the living will be better and better. Mom sometimes lives by memories, because it is the experience of years, and a word and a sentence will make them become a couple with a heart.
In fact, we are envious of our parents' love. Although it is arranged, there is no shocking move, only a faint baptism of years. 6 years of hard work has condensed the feelings of life and death, a feeling that is hard to give up. Mom, today is Women's Day. I wrote a love story about you and shared it with you. It is also a gift for you. Only a mother can have a home. I hope the next generation can feel the affection from your love story and learn to be grateful. We will repay you doubly for your kindness in raising, and miss the happy time of the family even more. We firmly believe that only the most common flower of love can bear a happy fruit that will never fade. Mom, you are the happiest woman in the world. You should be satisfied with filial sons and daughters, your father in heaven to protect your health, and your loyalty to love. Mom; We will be your children in the afterlife.