Faith is an ancient topic, which has existed since Pangu's creation. Professor Fang's belief is Marxism. Therefore, on the road of moving forward hand in hand with truth, it is doomed that he has ordinary greatness and great mediocrity. Open his life dictionary, everywhere is full of traces of fighting for this belief, and every place is marked with his beliefs and pursuits in a unique way, so firm and unquestionable, as if this is an essential attribute.
It is often said that behind success is hard work, but I think that behind Professor Fang is hard work, and he is willing to give his life blood for his beliefs. Along the way, even if the flowers are overflowing, he can't erase the tiredness left in his brow after dawn last night. Even though applause came like a flood, after the applause, he still spread the seeds of faith indifferently. He has always been a soldier's charge posture, burning with strong passion, tirelessly staring at the target and persisting in his dreams. In his persistent dream-chasing journey, he will never forget that he is a firm spiritual walker. Even when he was seriously ill and transferred to hospital, he insisted on not taking a wheelchair and walked out of the ward with a neat military appearance, maintaining the dignified posture of the soldiers and the dignity of faith. Even in the resolute struggle against the disease, he never forgot to shave and keep his body and mind clean.
There is a scene that I can't forget after watching it. 1997 Professor Fang had an accident. He stayed in bed 108 days, read 43 books and wrote a monograph of 300,000 words. At that time, his neck was fixed and he could only hold books in his hands, and his physical illness constantly troubled him. It is easy for us to imitate the scene at that time, but we feel the pain in our arms and pain, but we don't feel the spiritual pleasure beyond the body and pain. Those beautiful Chinese characters, in his eyes, are powerful weapons to cross the vast land of faith. As a result, he grasped the weapon like a soldier grasping a steel gun in his hand and maintained a hair-trigger combat posture. In the nervous psychological attack and defense, he got rid of the bondage and kept up with the rhythm of faith. Therefore, his potential gurgled out, watering the same 24 hours into a different day, making the same 365 days an unusual year. He preached 1000 times, monograph 13 was more than 3 million words, paper 100 was more than 200% of the teaching tasks, and 8 national and military topics ... These figures vividly described the density of his beliefs.
It was dark and he turned on a lamp. At dawn, there is still a lamp in his heart. Under the bright traction of this lamp, he flies freely in the sky of thoughts with a flying posture. Professor Fang's colleague said that the lamp in his house was the last one in his yard, so he once lit the way for more people. Now, although this lamp has been temporarily put out because of Professor Fang's treatment, it has not affected the day in the city that never sleeps, because this lamp, which was once the brightest and shiniest for the longest time, has lit up the hearts of many workers, peasants and soldiers students. With inertia, they walked along with this lamp, enjoying the warmth of the times and walking happily with the motherland. The harmonious beam reflected by the light is the graceful arc of white doves flying in front of Professor Fang's ward, the thick floral fragrance of "Nanhong" on the balcony of Professor Fang's ward, the sincere swaying of a string of crisp wind chimes coming from all directions of the motherland, and the good wishes of paper crane full of blessings and good luck.
Farmers in Dalian have a wish this year, that is, when her acres of cherries grow red, they will choose a few of the reddest ones to give to Professor Fang. I think Professor Fang will be very happy. He will pop up beautiful fingers and blow a beautiful whistle, because his faith has inadvertently dyed a large orchard red.