Shortly after his father died, he never said that he couldn't put down his desk until he died. I washed and combed my father's body, and my mother said that he had never been so kind in his life. Father lay quietly in bed, and he finally calmed down. His impetuous and violent heart all his life is really like what my mother said. My father has never been so kind to him, and even smiled, but I didn't take the credit for him finally learning to smile.

I am calm, and so is my mother. How much have you seen in recent years?

I asked my mother, "Mom, I asked my father a word before. I asked him if he was proud of me. "

My mother looked at my father, and I knew that peace was safe, and her heart and life were gone with the person who accompanied me all my life. My mother said, "Did you ask before the war? He said it as soon as you left. We didn't know you had gone to war until the war was over. "

"What did Dad say?"

"Your father always said that."

I gently kissed my father's quiet forehead. I went out to pick up the broom and the ground fell again. I bent down and began to sweep the floor. I straighten up, my hands and face are like bark on a bad door. I was over eighty years old, when I was ten years old. I straightened up and looked at the foggy worse gate in the distance. I never told anyone again, but I always thought that the lingering clouds on the top of the mountain were the souls of 3 thousand people, just like my head.

After sweeping the floor, I picked up the basket and put the change in a plastic bag. I'm fine, but I don't need crutches even if I'm lame, but the old man is always slow. This yard is the house where Mi Long, his wife and their children once lived, and now it is full of people. My grandson threw a small wild fruit at me from the window of the room where Mi Long once lived. I picked it up and pretended to take a bite, then made an old face with sour teeth, but I had no teeth, but he smiled happily.

After sweeping the floor at ten o'clock, I have to buy food and buy cheap ones. My mother has been reunited with my father underground, and the dog meat was left by him when he was fourteen. Later, I had a home and a job. Later, I retired, and the children had children, and the children also had children, which was quite good. The old man just looked at the children and was very happy.

After nagging, I have to go shopping. I want to buy food. I squatted on the edge of those vegetable stalks by the bridge, picking up small dishes. No vegetable vendor will like this choice. I just pretended not to hear their nagging. You must cross the bridge to buy cheap food. I crossed the bridge, which was first built in Yu Xiaoqing and then turned over. I'm asking the price, and I'm paying the price. Whether I like it or not, I want to see a worse door.

Fresh vegetables are very fresh. I have to go home and put them in the pot while they are still fresh. I got up, I left, and today I won a small victory. I bought fresh and cheap vegetables.

A car is stuck on the bridge and the driver is honking his horn. The car is very conspicuous because half of it is covered with wreaths, the other half is empty, there is a chair and an old man, and there are two escorts who are forced to accompany it. I looked up and saw a century-old Yu Xiaoqing. He is still the same. He is a hundred years old, and he is still the same. I don't know where he came from, but it seems that he has a place among those guards.

Each wreath bears the name of the biggest one and the one closest to him, and my colonel's name is attached to two friends whom I have been ashamed of all my life and have to face. I walked past his feet with my head down, listening to him eagerly ask his companion, "Are you sure you can't find anyone?" Can't you find someone I know? "I walked and laughed. I looked up and my smile was already blooming. I tried my best to smooth it and make it peaceful.

I really want to laugh. I don't want to laugh. The old man doesn't look good when he smiles We all have our own homes, and now I'm going home to cook. So I drifted out of the car and went home to cook.

Extended data:

Brief introduction of my head and my regiment:

At the end of the Anti-Japanese War, a group of defeated Kuomintang soldiers gathered in a shelter in the southwestern town of Changda. In recent years, the country has gradually declined, and their morale is low. They just want to drag out an ignoble existence. At this time, the Japanese army has approached the national border, intending to cut off China's contact with the outside world.

All kinds of people gathered in the shelter: Fan Long, Bula, veterinarian Hao, etc. They muddle along, and they don't want to face their inner dream, that is, to fight the Japanese again and defeat them. Because they have no hope. They live like scum, and they are almost dead.

Teacher Yu Xiaoqing appeared, and he wanted to rebuild the Sichuan Legion. But it was Long Wen who really ignited this group of people's fighting spirit. He laughed and scolded, and did not hesitate to use the inferior means. Long Zhangwen became their leader, rekindled the fighting spirit of this group of scum and turned them into people who dared to die.

These people knew from the beginning that their fate was the fate of cannon fodder, and they were facing a war that was almost certain to die. This is the only novel about the Chinese Expeditionary Force worthy of the word "Chinese Expeditionary Force" so far.

Lenin commented on Gorky's mother and said, "This is a timely book." Today, when we especially need to have confidence in the future, this book can also bear such an evaluation.