There is a cute and fierce anti-Japanese hero in my hometown. He is over 80 years old. He is a member of the Kuomintang. My first impression of the Kuomintang was not very good, and I didn’t know. Whenever I think of him I cry and laugh. I cry because he has sacrificed his life, and I laugh because he is the anti-Japanese hero in my heart. When we went to his home the year before last, he mentioned to us the experience of the Long March and the Anti-Japanese War.
He first told us about the anti-Japanese war. I heard him say that he had killed many Japanese. Every time he killed a Japanese, he was brave, strong, and full of hatred. He cried back when he mentioned his father to us. His father died unjustly and was killed by a Japanese bayonet. His father was the captain of a guerrilla group. I don’t know why he had a big quarrel with his father. He didn’t tell us, and he got angry and turned against his father in the Kuomintang. When his father died, he didn't know he was wrong. Finally he heard that his father died at the hands of the Japanese. After repeated thinking, he realized that he was wrong. I heard that his father was very brave. He always charged into battle because it was extremely dangerous to charge forward. Every time he fought with the Japanese, he was actually fighting. Once during a battle with the Japanese, both sides ran out of bullets, so they fired their bayonets.
When they were fighting, Dang, Dang, Dang, his father accidentally gave the Japanese a good...