Homesickness
The day before yesterday, I received a photo of my hometown from my brother on WeChat. Looking at it, I became intoxicated again. The poem written by He Zhizhang, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, also came to my heart - "The Puppet Book of Homecoming".
Red Mountain Reflects the Sun
My hometown is in the North Gate of the Xiaohaizi Reservoir of the former Water Works Group of the Third Agricultural Division of Xinjiang. My parents moved here from the Northeast. My father died in the line of duty when I was young. My late father was born in 1926. In 1941, my father, who was only 15 years old, was arrested and went to the front line of the Anti-Japanese War. After the peaceful liberation of Beiping in late January 1949, the veteran of the Anti-Japanese War followed General Fu Zuoyi to accept the peaceful reorganization of the PLA and joined the Chinese People's Liberation Army. The revolutionary fighters of the 2nd Battalion and 6th Company of the 21st Regiment of the 7th Division of the Army participated in important battles in the liberation of central Shaanxi, Fumei, and Lanzhou during the Liberation War. They fought bravely and made many contributions. They joined the Communist Party of China.
This is also a tributary of the Yarkand River
My father went to North Korea to fight with the army in 1951. He participated in battles such as Shangganling and experienced the test of modern warfare. He was almost killed by Yankee gas bombs. During his stay in North Korea, his late father was successively promoted to the positions of platoon commander and company commander of the 6th company. He won a second-class merit and several third-class military medals. In October 1958, my late father returned from North Korea with the army and transferred to Hulin County, the Great Northern Wilderness. In 1960, he was transferred to the Xiaohaizi Water Management Office of the Xinjiang Water Conservancy Department. He died in the Xiaohaizi Reservoir on May 31, 1075...
At home, I have seen more than a dozen commemorative medals for the Liberation of Northwest China and the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. Later on...
This medal was said to be made of silver when I was young.
I've loved playing with this thing since I was a child
When my mother received this certificate, I didn't know where it was?
In 1051, my mother joined the Sichuan Opera Troupe of Xikang Province at the age of 13 (later changed to the Second Sichuan Opera Troupe of Sichuan Province).
Mother is performing Sichuan Opera
The Sri Lankan has passed away, but his thoughts will last forever; his voice and smile are evergreen and evergreen...
Loyal bones are buried in the majestic red mountain, and the heroic spirit runs through Changhong.
Everyone has their own hometown, but their thoughts and feelings are different. My nostalgia is like an altar of strong Ilite. If you drink too much, you will get drunk. It may not be bad to stop after a little taste. I often want to write something, and there are indeed too many things I want to write. It’s not that I don’t have time or I can’t write. Rather, I dare not write because I am afraid of bearing too much nostalgia, too much pressure, and it is difficult to wake up when I am drunk! Or upload some photos! All the words are in the photos.
In Nanzha in 1990
